Tall and graceful and richly black
With not a picture of any lack
She stood out there in the hot sun
With looks like one on the run
Oh what in God's name could make a diva
Look so haunted like one waiting for a viva
As soon as I saw her my mind went tasking
Why in the hot sun she was basking
Looking so distressed like one harassed
So many questions my heart was asking
Intensely longing I would gone querying
What was amiss that took her ease
And turned a vivacious lady into an easel
I didn't for fear of being embarrassed
With not a picture of any lack
She stood out there in the hot sun
With looks like one on the run
Oh what in God's name could make a diva
Look so haunted like one waiting for a viva
As soon as I saw her my mind went tasking
Why in the hot sun she was basking
Looking so distressed like one harassed
So many questions my heart was asking
Intensely longing I would gone querying
What was amiss that took her ease
And turned a vivacious lady into an easel
I didn't for fear of being embarrassed
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