"slocan" poems
She looks so happy,
dancing with the prince.
Yet, somehow she's still sappy
about the way she convinced
him to dance the night away.
She looks at her feet and sings a lonely tune,
as the man dances with the lady under the moon.
Her heart is still broken,
leaving her body to go to Slocan.
May she die in peace,
with the sound of the geese
dancing with their sole mates
May 26, 2015
May 26, 2015 at 2:05 PM UTC