Maya Summers


The nightingale sings as the wind flies,
or the rain dries, as the cloud cries.
It's tones so neatly precise, as loud as thunderstorms but bright as the night.
Though the nightingale is alone, it sings with many,
Bearing the world on it's light wings
So why one can wonder, is the world so heavy?

That is all society's,

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