Small
Small.....
The small brown nightingale sings
From left bough of an insignificant tree
He brings not much
Just love and a touch
Of everything that wrenches his
Heartstrings
In his world the notes are beautiful
Blissfully unaware
His heartsichord strings are all but dishevelled
So never fill the air
Copyright © Karen Deeks | Year Posted 2012
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