I know my own Little Prince - who came to earth - looking for
friendship and instead of finding a Fox, he found a Nightingale
called Amira singing softly, sweetly - the tranquility and beauty
of her perfect song inspired him so much, he forsook all he knew
before and dedicated himself to singing her praises in Odes as did
the Greek poets of old, and he no longer regarded his rose and the
Noise of the flowers in his garden, but composed serenades of honey
and ambrosia to explain his delight in the words, song and life of his
Nightingale; he entertained one and all with stories about this lovely
Paragon that gave his jaded eyes a new vision of youth, beauty and
glory and restored his trust in life and love he had lost in his youth,
now he rejoiced in idealism & thinking up dreams for a Nightingale
Who entered his lonely mind and rekindled a passion for life he had
thought extinct as life brought him blow after blow - and all the pain
left whenever he focused his mind on her song and his eyes on her
character and sparkling eyes, filled with understanding and love for
all of humanity and delight in the Odes that he wrote so beautifully…
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