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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required The young woman with a whispering voice, prisoner in words as soft as silk, Weaves her silences around her like a veil that cannot be torn, Her demeanor is a dance on a thin wire of bittersweetness, And she knows if a wrong word escapes, the world will become a torrent of judgment. She is not allowed to express her frustration, nor the anger boiling in her veins, She remains polite, even when the storms within pull her into the abyss, What will they think, what will they say, if she dares to untie her tongue, If her words were to sound harsh like stones thrown into their silence? The young woman with a whispering voice cannot speak her mind, trapped in social chains, Her words must always be gentle, always like a muted melody, She cannot raise her voice without being labeled a "disgrace," And her gaze, an ocean of unfulfilled desires, remains always drowned in conventions. My dear, see how we please people according to their desires, When care is not "offered" but merely "gifted" like a trophy of vanity, The young woman with a whispering voice cannot free herself, Her rules are chains of silk that cannot be seen but weigh heavily. The poem flows like an unseen river through the silent landscape of souls, And in each verse of melancholy, she finds a fragment of freedom, A hope that one day, her voice will be the song of a liberated bird, And the chains of silk will be just a memory of a time of captivity.
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