Nightingale - Poem by Liza Sud
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.
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