The Singer
Cherry-red lips paused behind the mic;
a white dress glittered in the stage lights;
a face looked like that of an ingénue,
as the eyes seemed chatoyant
behind the stage lights. Her mellifluous voice blended
so well with jazz instrumentals,
that she became cynosure. Time became still,
with exception of the audience’s heartbeat
beating in unison,
as though they had created an anthem
dedicated to her only – her lissome nature
could win an entire country’s votes!
There was something ineffable about her;
the aura she unleashed was screaming and demure
at the same time.
I saw a halo all around her,
as she sang about love,
like no one has ever sang before…
I looked around and saw faces
that could see what I was seeing.
Glamour she exhibited seemed sempiternal,
“She’s a panacea!” I screamed deep within my soul.
She then warmly looked at me,
as though she had heard my scream!
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