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My Nightingale Dear
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Hyacinth garden hear her voice with a definable tone
my Nightingale dear, she sings alone
scattered to the winds in her song unknown
in the past softly crying, with eternal motions
affecting rains on wide ancient oceans
rim the clouded night with spectral notions
present poets, with little hesitation
effect what is considered clever conversation
often punished with sufficient obligation
people there, of witty exchange
the human condition is sometimes so strange
young, always young what do the shadows arrange
but my Nightingale dear, beautifully immortal forever and a year
a flow of effluence thru souls thought to be much lovelier
to love is too forgive my Nightingale dear
Indian clapping and applauding
Excellent work from the pages of Nature........................... Keep going.
I feel like I am a teenager once more savouring the beauty of Nature
and tasting its nectar !!
©bishu
Musical and pensive ...
I loved the mood in this beautiful poem ... It speaks of yesteryear and of ... forgiveness. The voice of maturity.
South African greetings
Myra
My Nightingale Dear
A very well written and lovely poem.
Smile.. it is the cheapest facelift.
Wonderful!
I have one little question and it bodes only for meaning twisted a little wondering if the last line's too meant to be too or be to? Works either way but for my interpretations sake and flow could you confirm?
Wonderful work as always :) high regards SS
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."