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Nightingale
The sun hung low in the west
Against the pink backdrop of the sky,
Glowing in its last brilliance,
Signalling evening darkness was nigh.
And lo, as the stars emerged-
Scattered energies in arrayment-
A nightingale sung sweetly,
Her notes rising to the firmament.
Oh her gentle lullaby
Touched all but the hardest of hearts.
Spirits danced the sweetest waltz
En route to the apex peace imparts.
The pure mellifluous notes,
In mimesis of angels' choirs,
Wafted in clear descant
To mellow murmurings of desires.
The soft glow of fireflies
Accompanied this magic birdsong
And the gentle hush of eve
Was God's breath, bated yet ever strong.
