A Nightingale's Rose, a poem by Tamkot Bhagwan at Spillwords.com

A Nightingale’s Rose

A Nightingale’s Rose

written by: Tamkot Bhagwan



A Nightingale flown
Here and there to settle,
The evening bitterly grown,
And shown her blackish shape,
The chill night was waiting,
Outside the sleeping garden.

The nightingale and the rose,
Hugged tightly to each other,
Snow began to fall and tall,
Next day morning came a call,
The immortal parting ball.

It was a great fall,
The mournful gardener told,
The story of both dead souls,
Gone to unknown paradise.

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