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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.
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what a beautiful nightingale's song, thanks for sharing 10
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!
to look inside to feel the majestic nature...the poem has many quotable line...a very nice poem indeed.....
A most wonderful poem miss Polischuk! A great monument to poetic imaginative excellence! Thanks for sharing with us this wonderful poem!
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!