Homeland Poem by PERSIAN NIGHTINGALE
Homeland
The wind moans
Through the trees
I moan
On the outside chance I seize
Wherever I go
There is nothing
Except woe
Oh
My lord
Where is the home
Of the lover
Whose home
Is your homelessness
Hover
(2008/8/1)
great thinking spread thru this fine piece..........keep the good work my brother.
inspiration from above? god forbid! you can only go right or left... i say go left..
They say home is where the heart is Nightingale, a very reflective write from you, Well penned as always, 10 Lynda xx
A touching write, the Nightingale sings a sad song this night! *10* Best wishes Shiraz! Friend Thad
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4/19/2024 3:44:00 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Fine poem....a 10 to nightingle of shiraz with joy!