The song of the nightingale

a drilling thorn

in my heart

that awakens the memories

of the painful

happy days

which we spend together,

and we believed as blessed

they going to last forever.

But fate

played a ploy

with death

that tirelessly

lurked in a hidden in a corner

and finally struck

like a spook.

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