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Friday, May 17, 2013

Nightingales Rise

Why did the heart speak?
Knowing full well, it would
Cause the eyes inside to leak.
Once confident and strong as redwood
Now timid and meek, weak as a wet leek.

Praying sweet words-
Flying them to heaven
Like nightingale birds

Poetry, as the soul starts to die
Art, as the pressure critics - apply

Seems to be
The only solace
The betrayed can see.

Composed By: Andrew Drucker