the nightingale he sings it\'s melody;
each day, with gay abandon
celebrating pulsating love---
a little shrub
in adjacent patch
pining in loneliness all alone
he wooed the little bird
offering a crimson flower,
to her each dawn
singing his beautiful song-
the little bird joined the nightingale
they sang in harmony, a duet---
their song of love, echoed for miles
through the valleys and meadows,
paradise they found
they built their nest \'pon love
and loyalty--
this day and everyday they soar
onward, spiral across the span
of ageless skies on their wondrous
journey, together~
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