A Nightingale Sings of Dawn's Glory
Dear Poetic Bird! Move lean, wide, fly to the sky.
With every tune and sound, you adorn the moon.
The sun is rising, and assumptions are shying away.
Love is dawning, so dance, cheer, and replay!
Wonderful nightingale! Enthralling with the croon.
Dear Poetic Bird! Move lean, wide, fly to the sky.
Flowing at night, while the trees are ghastly dry.
To offer mental relief to the lover by filling a ray of tune.
The sun is rising, and assumptions are shying away.
She yelled out her song, and then her sweetheart cry.
For every single person, love is lost too soon.
Dear Poetic Bird! Move lean, wide, fly to the sky.
To discover a rose, the nightingale veered every way.
She brought feathery wings to the rose festoon.
The sun is rising, and assumptions are shying away.
Sending a white rose would permit me to sing every day.
But that is the only red rose, and everything else is ruin.
Dear Poetic Bird! Move lean, wide, fly to the sky.
The sun is rising, and assumptions are shying away.
Written: May 17, 2021
This Or That, Vol 3 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
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