Tears Of the Nightingale


Tears Of the Nightingale

So sad the nightingale

His song, ebbing out

Into the shadowless night

His blossomed branch

Weeping fragrant petals

Into the blackened stream

For his sorrow

As his mournful echoes fade

The moon

Will not show herself

And the sound

Of a solitary leaf

Reverberates all around

As it falls

Twisting

Through the endless dark

© Ann Bagnall 2014.

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