Sing, Nightingale – Post Six-Hundred-Forty-Two

I’ve lost a love,
& loved during a loss.
The pain of a story untold,
Unbearably cold and trite.
A Nightingale in the night,
Her mournful song portrays
Those who’ve relinquished their fears
Upon a storybook revelation.
The tearful girl, she ran away
The searing pain too ruthless for her tender heart.
The Nightingale, she sings again.
Mourning the loss of tender innocence and love.

 Au revoir,

Gigi

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