A nightingale without a song
Where do I belong?
My hopes, dreams now extinguished
all that fills my heart is anguish
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A touching poem. Heartfelt. Nicely written, thanks for sharing.
A heart touching and painful depiction has been made here as a nightingale without a song. Very interesting presentation.10
I've a woven patch for your now-broken heart, woven from my words which I do now impart. Get up, get out, go play! Go now, roller skating. Don't dawdle, don't resist, and NO hesitating! ! But if it's raining cats 'n' dogs outside, have hot tea, and think of me bouncing YOU, you rascal, on my knee. And smile, even if weakly, even if only now and then. And grab a sheet of paper. Don't forget your pen! ! bri ;) to MyPoemList. bri ;)
A very inspirational reply my friend! And good advice! Rascal? LOL