The Nightingale On Number Four

The Nightingale On Number Four short poem

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Four snatch me in the morning,
To the land of the booming
And returns in the evening,
To where it found me.
In between the journey
Had I seen my beloved!
That; on seeing her I lost,
My consciousness a moment
Which I regained after
An instant, but later
For my heart had been,
The nightingale’s then. . . . .

I wept, for a meet
Of the eyes of the two,
Which, like divine favour,
Had spotted the two!
How glad I became,
Was further a measure
Of the love I bore,
To my dearest treasure.
Grew our love,
In the wilderness of four
Like the butterflies had we,
Roamed the nothingness that formed.
Spread the air
Was love in motion
To the rest it seemed,
The bus in motion.

Alas! I know
A day will come,
When parting will be,
The sorrow then.
Still; love that is actual,
Needs no bondage!
Only the hearts of the entwined
Is all that needed.
Long live “that” fact
Blossoms love at its root,
Just like the wonder which sprouted
On the number that is four.

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