poetry

The Nightingale and I-a poem

That little nightingale

has read my mind

and know’s when I’ve cried.

Her eyes water

just like mine

and then

sings me a lullaby.

That nightingale

and I

are one

in the same.

We share

a soul,

we share

a brain.

Emotions alike

hardship

and strife,

nothing can

cut our

bonds like

a knife.

 

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