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    Nightingale
    Nightingale
    Nightingale
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    Nightingale

    By Mayassa AL-Tajir

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    Nightingale is a collection of metaphysical poetry. Themes centre on the art of time, the love of the self, and the elements. The philosophical undertones are nostalgic and romantic. We are all searching for something, we always will be, even though some of us don't even know it. This search of the self, is the art of life.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherMayassa AL-Tajir
    Release dateJun 27, 2015
    ISBN9781310491559
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      Nightingale - Mayassa AL-Tajir

      The Nightingale, poetry collection by Mayassa Al Tajir

      Copy write belongs to Mayassa AL-Tajir 2015 all rights reserved. Neither this publication nor any part of it may be reproduced, stored or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise, without the prior permission of Mayassa AL-Tajir.

      Dreamer:

      Dreams are but the Day’s reflections.

      The aspired thoughts that dare not speak at Day.

      Such secrets must always hide within,

      Perchance they might be stolen.

      I am the Dreamer…

      Mercy:

      Last night I dreamed of swallowtails,

      And a harvest of coloured butterflies,

      This is the love spell of life,

      Nature’s unrivalled tokens,

      And yes we sleep, though the climate changes,

      Merciful that the road has new horizons,

      Where broken fences can be fixed,

      In a world of scarlet and velvet,

      Where ugliness can wear a mask,

      For those with weary eyes.

      Fate’s Philosophy:

      You cannot move me, for I am too heavy.

      The

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