The Twilight Songbird
Written: 09/09/2010
The twilight songbird spreads her delicate sings,
The night opens as her calling softly begins.
A melancholy tune to a lonely ear,
A sonnet of love to a cheerful dear.
Her song fills the still evening air,
Her lover embarks to join her there.
Together they form an estranged duet,
Together their sound rises above the sunset.
Golden fades to silver blue,
Blue to deep, and then comes the moon.
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