I met a nightingale
in a fairy tale.
She was beautiful
with her fairy feathers
willing to dive with her dreams so high.
I warned the danger
but she had the intentions high.
The sky was joyful, with her arrival
I was stunned and contented.
She took a flight of dreams
on a sunny day.
Her eyes had the urge to surrender
like the ways of wonder.
But I could not warn that beauty
that beast has cupid also.
Her voice kept me indicating
the power of sky.
I was numb when she parted
and parted me in ways.
This is lovely!
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Thanks Srijan..
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I hope you’re doing fine!
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Yes all good. Thanks!!
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