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The Nightingale

A Nightingale's Face

What type of content is this?: 
Artwork: Photograph

A picture very close to what I imagined her to be.

Source: 
Artbreeder, with further editing from myself

Tears Of The Strong

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Poetry

Have you noticed

How the clouds seem to weep with the strong?

As if to show them

That their sorrowful spilling of tears are not wrong.

As you watch them

They often seem to silently bear,

​​​​​​With smile or laugh,

A Sleepless Night

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Poetry

Stuck in the mire that is my thoughts. 
My mind losing all its been taught
By me.

All the fears, suffocating
While my heart, itself, stands hating.
Never did I want this path,
But fate always gets last laugh.  

If these are growing pains,
Why do I not stand taller?
If, to strength, it pertains,
Why shatter me and make me smaller?

Many would offer words
Of comfort, to me.
But I stand so alone. 
Can't they see?

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