Nightingale
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Nightingale - the singer of the nights
Nightingale by Yanni
In the green forest
In the heart of Spain
There nestled a young nightingale
Waiting for his mate.
He sang till he could sing no more
Hoping his mate would be back
But his mate would never return
For she was there no more.
When they brought him the news
He cried till he could cry no more
And then he died on the spot
And was there no more.
For bird and nature lovers
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Brenda,
Thank you, thank you, thank you. Like I said, you are a great morale booster :)
well you are a great poet
Lovely, tragic poem. I like the form and the images.
Thank you Jess.
it whispering so sweet like nightingale. but tragic at the end.
\Brenda Scully 2 years ago
love the picture and the poem.... you said just enough one more line would have ruined it.... will be back to listen to the music, when it is not so early and everyone is up. really special hub