Nightingale
My lonely, silent heartHad never learned
to find a voice
Until you came, my love.
And then - oh, then!
It sang, and sang
With sweet notes,
like a nightingale.
Poetry by Marie Cadavieco
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Written on 2022-09-29 at 22:17
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