In the realm of shadows, where twilight descends,
A symphony emerges, a melody that transcends.
The nightingale awakens, its song begins to flow,
A poetic dance of music, captivating all below.
Beneath the moonlit canopy, its voice takes flight,
A dulcet serenade, weaving through the night.
Its feathers glisten, kissed by starry gleams,
As it serenades the darkness, fulfilling dreams.
Oh, nightingale, your voice, a gift divine,
A lullaby of solace, a treasure so fine.
Each note, a tender touch upon the soul,
An enchanting chorus that makes the heart whole.
Through moonlit meadows, your melody sweeps,
Caressing petals, stirring the woods from sleeps.
The trees stand tall, mesmerized by your tune,
A nocturnal ballad, painting night's lagoon.
With each breath, your voice cascades like a stream,
Whispering secrets that only dreams may deem.
From branch to branch, your wings embrace the air,
Unveiling tales of love, longing, and despair.
You sing of distant lands and love's embrace,
Of passions unrequited, in moonlit grace.
The nightingale's song, a solace to the weary,
A companion in darkness, a serenade so cheery.
But as dawn approaches, your melody must cease,
Retreating into slumber, finding solace and peace.
Yet in the hearts of those who heard your song,
The memory lingers, eternally strong.
Oh, nightingale, your song forever shall endure,
A testament to beauty, eternal and pure.
In the tapestry of night, you leave your mark,
A poet of the darkness, a nocturnal spark.
About the Creator
AHSAN
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