Winter’s Night

by Elisabeth Nakou

Artwork, “Tundra” by Julia Sorensen

As the night casts its veil

and pins the stars up in the sky,

the silence of the nightingale

is echoing your goodbye.

Tears are shed from up above

as clouds are softly weeping,

my heartbeat is a mourning dove,

it keeps the world from sleeping.

At your door I cast a glance

with no hope to be near you,

no hope for even one more chance

and still, I’m here to hear you.

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