Day 143 – Sad French Singer

There are times I want to be
a sad French singer, I do wish
my bluebird was in a cage so I
could sit down next to you
and sing together

but I’ve had my blues already
and they never lifted me
beyond accepting I was born into this-
still I could carve a little corner anyway

still a song comes bursting out of me
in spite of everything but
it is quiet, while my bluebird
soars above

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