For A Song Of Nightingale

Midwinter whispers, drying rainsSoothing waters of moonlit pathsVoice of the stars, tear of painsLonely dream for a hoping heart Longing soul for a lonely hopeForgotten taleSlowly playing the dying songTrue feel will prevailWhile pure innocent heart is full of loveFor a song of nightingale Silently slowly flowing deep prayersBreath of silence, dream of highest hopesThroughContinue reading “For A Song Of Nightingale”

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