the nighntingale

once upon a time, there was a good_hearted nighntingale. that nightingale was small, faithful and he has a long tail. one day when he was going to its nest after a long and rainy day, he saw a little flower over the bay. the poor little flower was withering wiz fear and exhaustion. that night was extremely cold and frosty. he passed her and felt 4 her. there was no body to give her care. he didn't know how to help the innocent flower "how would i help her" is a question that kept tracking him down, chasing him all the way. his mind said "go home!" however, his hrt prevailed and gave the final decision.he returned all the way to this beautiful portray. he
>looked at her and contemplated her awesom charm. she was breathtakingly beautiful. yet, she was shivering and gave him a pleading look. his hrt fell as a piece of glass that crashed on a solid floor and got brokened into a 1000 pieces. he didn't knew wt to do. he kept thinking:"shall i bring her every sunray in the city?". he was a good_hrted nightingale. he wanted to help the flower that was pale. there was nothing to do 4 her and he had no cover. she wasn't his wife, his mother, nor even his lover. he searched for anything to cover her but found nothing. he had nothing wormer than his hart. so he came closer and wrapped her wiz his feathers. the rose was beautiful but had plenty of throns. he pressed to give her warmth but one thorn hurt his hrt. he didn't regret it and he'd do it again from the start. then after a short while, blood began flowing, but he didn't stop hugging her. he had a nice and melodious voice and kept singing all the time of his choice. even his songs were warm but they were sad and in a slow form.the rose began to move and slightly she smiled. sun began to appear from hundred miles. life was restored to the pretty rose, then, sun shone and took its pose. but, the nightingale's last drop of blood was shed and stopped as if he slept, but he was dead. wt about the rose? the rose became full warm, bloom and bright. for her, it was light, but for him, eternal night.:]
THE END
may be you got the point now and maybe u know now that LOVE ISN'T JUST NICE WORDS enjoy all the love u can find in this misrable world
wiz all the love and kindness from
the saint