The Nightingale Sings
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Before my eyes dropped their shades for the night
I heard the Nightingale's sweet song drifting . . .
His melodious voice filled my bedroom space.
So, mournful that it brought me to tears . . .
Blissful and beautiful was his sad tune.
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November 5, 2017
Poetry/Verse/The Nightingale Sings
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Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2017
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