The Nightingale Poem by Nyx C Styx
The Nightingale
Yet I shall always find my way back to thee
oh my nightingale, what might you sing for me?
spare a tune for this sorrow laden soul
sing a dirge for this mine heart you stole
a gentle whisper calls me back
to the one thing these hands lack
yer music fades, my darkling bird
and my song you had yet heard
a fainter whisper of secrecy
Tis I the bird that sings for thee
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7/28/2025 11:54:16 PM # 1.0.0
Yes, you sing, thru your exceptional poetry, No sweeter songs are there to find than those inspired, naturally A poem to love, so .tender and with a touch of semisweet sadness.