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Voices
Voices, a melody of the spirit,
Whispering secrets, shouting desires,
Each tone a brushstroke on life's canvas,
Painting the portrait of our existence.
Some voices like gentle breezes,
Softly caressing the edges of our being,
Others like thunderstorms,
Rumbling with power and passion.
In the quiet of the night,
Echoes of memories and dreams collide,
Creating a chorus of emotions,
Sung by the choir of our hearts.
Listen closely to the voices within,
For they carry the melody of our truth,
Guiding us through the cacophony of life,
Toward the harmony of our deepest selves.
© Simrans
Whispering secrets, shouting desires,
Each tone a brushstroke on life's canvas,
Painting the portrait of our existence.
Some voices like gentle breezes,
Softly caressing the edges of our being,
Others like thunderstorms,
Rumbling with power and passion.
In the quiet of the night,
Echoes of memories and dreams collide,
Creating a chorus of emotions,
Sung by the choir of our hearts.
Listen closely to the voices within,
For they carry the melody of our truth,
Guiding us through the cacophony of life,
Toward the harmony of our deepest selves.
© Simrans
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