Still Listening
His voice has a face;
It has features of its own.
It gazes deep into my eyes
and delves deep into my soul.
His voice is a smooth ocean breeze
On a bright sunny summer day:
Fresh, fluffy, and dreamlike,
Sweet as a whisper of sunshine.
His voice is a pianist
Studying the keys of my heart.
It blazes against my skin,
And freezes me all at once.
His voice violently tears the darkness,
gently cradles my heart.
His voice is a luxury;
Five senses,
Seven sins,
A sky that holds a million stars. . .
Copyright © Zainab Wasel Ali | Year Posted 2024
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