macy jano

they call her macy jano
her voice brings worlds to life
while all her songs
bring rapture to the breeze
her breath shrouds like a shadow
casts darkness on all that’s bright

the very name of macy jano
echoes across the land
without a hand
she paints a portrait grand
from her well she dishes gravitas
from her no one can escape

so when i heard miss macy jano
her fragrant flavors flung
calling on the wind
i feared i’d either lyved or dyed
but which i could know not
until her breath had dried

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