Chanteuse - Poem by Sean Hanson
Now listen singer Lady,
Why do you sing so sadly?
The grass is green, the trees
Are green and the sky is-
Blue, just as you.
Ms. Singer lady, you never told me to sing
But wailing is a very natural thing,
When there is no choice
The sky can look down on billions of things,
And I’d like to think that maybe one day it looked down
And saw you.
A distant reflection and think, ambiguously:
When did it ever decide to be blue?
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