Nightingale
May you lay in the grass
of gold rivers and brass,
Kiss the sun with your skin and
bless the moon with your sin,
Calm the solemn willows
with a smile, even while I'll
Remain laying at home,
in this dreamland alone.
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Blind Poets
PoetryPoetry for those who find both comfort and discomfort in the dark. - Em Instagram: @em.g_4 WARNING This book includes references to sensitive topics such as suicide, depression, struggles with mental health and so on.
