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The Nightingale |
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Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California 
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THE NIGHTINGALE Come morning of the Nightingale, Draw tight the veil, don’t lift the eyes¼ For in such things all dark avails And Death entails her prize. In daily whims, while Darkness swims Across horizons vast, Hold tight the dreams for all they seem Through visions of the past¼ Holy, indeed, and yet we bleed, Wholly, indeed, but still¼ The presence lifted finds us sifted, Grievously, ill- Fated for the most part in a dying art, Echoed only in song. Come mourning of the Nightingale We’ll wail o’er her wrong. Michael Anderson But dreams of those who dream as I, Aspiringly, are damned and die. EAP [This message has been edited by Michael (11-19-2007 07:21 PM).] |
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Xeonox
since 2000-04-01
Posts 1764CA, USA |
I liked it. Very interesting.  Ronil (The sweet sound of summer sends serenity through my soul searching for that evermore solitude.) |
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