Nightingale Beautiful

For when she sings he listens

and when he visits she smiles,

when this nightingale suddenly appears

he writes a lucidical style.

For when he sleeps she watches

and when she cries he pains,

when this nightingale glides gently

her song echo softly again.

For when he sits she’s quiet

and when she’s vibrant he stares,

when this nightingale perches gently

he pictures her resting there.

When he turns she wonder’s

and when she leaves he sighs,

a nightingale so simply beautiful

whispers soft her last goodbyes……



© wASPYPOET, all rights reserved 2010




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