Treasure Island

Ekaterina Polischuk

(20.08.1987)

A Nightingale


Today I go away from any noise
To look inside myself, to think, to wait…
I want to make my brave and lucky choice,
To do something for happiness, don`t late.

Today I`m walking through a forest glade,
I see a lot of magic in the sky,
I see the sun-rays are of gold made,
They pierce the gloom of souls, mind lie.

I hear the song that sounds from a tree,
Imagine angel`s voice and sit on grass,
My eyes just watch a bird…light-hearted, free…
The melody is wisdom, kind, brass.

A little bird is almost note-less,
But nightingale`s songs are powerful,
They flow around world and planet bless.
The little bird is our Lord`s tool…

He makes by it miracles full of piece,
Helps us to hear voice of fortune way,
When we enjoy of melodies` breeze,
He makes the bird about hope say.

Submitted: Monday, April 02, 2012
Edited: Monday, April 02, 2012

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  • Romeo Della Valle (4/12/2012 11:34:00 PM)

    Wow! What a combination of beauty and talent shown in this well crafted and touching write! I love it! Thank you for sharing and keep it up! God Bless You! Love and Peace for always! Romeo from New York City! (Report) Reply

  • Wahab Abdul (4/12/2012 11:33:00 PM)

    to look inside to feel the majestic nature...the poem has many quotable line...a very nice poem indeed..... (Report) Reply

  • Pheko Motaung (4/5/2012 1:12:00 PM)

    A most wonderful poem miss Polischuk! A great monument to poetic imaginative excellence! Thanks for sharing with us this wonderful poem! (Report) Reply

  • Harindhar Reddy (4/3/2012 1:15:00 PM)

    Yes Nightingale looks small but it produces multitude feelings in us. There is mystic melody in the coo songs of the bird. Our life is sick race, a rat race in this dog eat dog world. We strive seventy-times seven to achieve something, we are never satisfied. So i hate this life.....

    Henceforward I join the poet and her bird to listen to carefree sounds of nature! Kate it's an amazing poem! (Report) Reply

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