The stars

Drowning out the constant droning sound  

Of distant traffic on this restless night, 

A nightingale is piercing through the ground 

With undulating melody so bright.

Amongst the young oaks and watery willows 

A bramble thicket hides its feathered form. 

Its song transcends the city's darkened pillows 

And fills the air with passion and with warmth, 

But soon the dawn will chase away the stars 

And silence this enchanting serenade. 

The nightingale will fly away so far 

And leave behind a world that's dull and grey. 

Yet I will keep its memory in my heart 

And hope to hear its voice again, some part. 

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