Sounds made them remorseful
The nightingale came daily
Morning after morning
The prisoners heard her sing
Songs of Hope
Rhythm of Truth
Feelings of Guilt
But they listened.
A message arrived each day
For each prisoner
In every whistle
Made by the nightingale
And brought them to repentance
Like a lost soul being redeemed.
The nightingale at the prison
windows
Had become the savior of souls
Healing all past
Provoking memories
The power of the nightingale
Is in the rhythm of her songs.
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