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For a while, I held the nightingale,
In my hands, as it sang,
It’s heart to the sky.
I danced to every melody;
Every step felt like a walk into paradise.
Its alluring voice,
Was pleasing to hear,
When dawn broke, the morning sky.
Its laughter sounded like,
A heartfelt strum of the balafone.
And when it asked,
Of the faring of my day,
The query was as though I’d been,
Granted free passage through heaven’s gate.
I swear I would be taking away,
Way, way into that distant land,
Where the daisies are falling in love
With the dandelions;
To that land where love first dwelled.
But, aye, one weathery day,
While I still slumbered into fantasy,
The nightingale grew wings;
Flipped itself from my hand,
And flew away.
This was written by our contributing writer, Emmanuel Gleekia.
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