The wind moans
Through the trees
I moan
On the outside chance I seize
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inspiration from above? god forbid! you can only go right or left... i say go left..
They say home is where the heart is Nightingale, a very reflective write from you, Well penned as always, 10 Lynda xx
A touching write, the Nightingale sings a sad song this night! *10* Best wishes Shiraz! Friend Thad
great thinking spread thru this fine piece..........keep the good work my brother.
The Homeland is ours weakness and ours power...