Comes the morning, thrush will call,
from brambled hedge, or garden wall.
Sing he must, and sing he will,
though even to a silent hill.
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Thanks very much for your kind critique Chinedu Dike. Im grateful.
A poignant rendition written with clarity of thought and mind. Inspired by your style of writing.
Sing he must, and sing he will, songs and echoes.. a song that lingers in the soul even when the day is forgotten. very nice poem my dear Steve.. tony
Sing he must, and sing he will, though even to a silent hill. songs and echoes... very fine vision.. dear poet Stephen Howard.. thanku. tony
Lovely poetry, Steve.