Still the Nightingale SingsA Poem by MichaelSomething that came to me one morning after reading about the inhumanity all around us.Noisily, I clamor about to start my day
The newspaper brings destruction to my door
Words of man's vulgar existence rake my soul
The damage of once turned pages upon me © 2008 MichaelFeatured Review
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