A nightingale

A lament,
so pale and beautiful,

a nightingale in the sky,
sings deep from within,

her heart is sad,
shivering as the newly-fallen snow,

bare is the twig above,
quiet the earth.

Now she'll sing no more,
she has gone home,

where lovers thrive
and the earth is warm.
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Inspiration while listening on the adorable Yasmeens song