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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Author:
Thad Wilk (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 17th, 2024 10:18
- Comment from author about the poem: Love is the greatest magic~
- Category: Love
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Comments2
That is a sweetly smooth paean to love, Thad - even if, on the mention of 'bird' all I can picture are a cockatoo and a kookaburra.
Not too sugary - rich imagery.
Howdy Dave!! 👋 🐶
Thanks my friend¿! 😜
Your comments
always bring a
smile to my day! 😀
Best regards ✌️ Thad
Wonderful loving words Thad, if only all could see that love works.
Andy
Good mornin' Andy! 👋🍵
Thanks for stopping by guy!
Appreciate your kind words! 😊
Great hearing from ya! 👍
Best regards ✌️. Thad
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