
At nighttime:
Life’s heart remembers to beat,
The nightingale remembers its songs,
The evening primrose remembers its fragrance,
The night gladiolus remembers to bloom,
The Sun remembers the horizon,
All of created Light
Remembers the darkness,
And shines the inexhaustable beacon
Of unconditional love,
On us all.
Lovely poem Suzette. Aren’t nightingales pretty little birds?
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Great poem.
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Thank you Kim. And oh yes, nightingales are tiny musical delights with added feathery cuteness.
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Cheers. Happy Writing.
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Lovely! I like this very much.
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A wonderful piece by Suzette.
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Yes, it is.
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Happy Tuesday. Stay Safe. Stay Smiling.
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You, too, Goff!
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Cheers.
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