Nightingale Poem by Liza Sud
Nightingale
Nightingale sings not for fables -
But to blow into his beloved,
As God has blown consciousness
In the soul of created man.
Because - to blow - is a sacred thing,
Unstick lips that together stuck,
So flowers drink rain in spring,
So God commanded to love.
Tuesday, September 22, 2015
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5/11/2024 4:47:55 AM # 1.0.0.1119
If I want to quote a line from your poem, may be I'll end up quoting the whole poem. every line is so pure and serene. Beautiful imagery from your beautiful mind.