Hear the way I sound
Hear the way I sound,
a harmonious hum,
a rhythm that beats with every dream,
every fear, and every whim.
My voice, a canvas of emotions,
a tapestry woven with threads of joy and pain,
of love and loss, of laughter and of tears.
When my poetry speaks,
the world is hushed,
Even soul great and small is uplifted
That was once stuck.
As if the very wind itself paused to listen,
to absorb the vibrations of my being,
to harmonize with the song that is me.
Hear the way I sound,
and let your own voice be amplified,
for in the echoes of my soul,
you may find the resonance that sets your spirit free."
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