100,000 Nightingales

While walking on a roundabout,

I took the straight path through,

In dismal days of darkness,

When the only light was you.


Now I live in total chaos,

Disregard the common way,

And if you hit this town again,

I hope deep down you’ll stay.


Till then I’ll keep on walking,

Along the shallow land,

Where a hundred thousand nightingales,

Have perished on the sand. 

The End

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