I am wind dancing among wind-chimes, dancing to a tune I make without being the creator of it. 549Please respect copyright.PENANAOcmtgDgOYp
My voice is soft, though my words are heavy. I enjoy dramatics to the point of without imagery, I am a chef forced to eat prison rations.
My voice is ready to sing songs of woe in a tune of a shanty, and loves to ring wedding bells for funerals.
I am a blue moon that few bother to turn from their computer screens to glance at. 549Please respect copyright.PENANAOOc1cl7TbD
My voice whispers into the darkest points of souls and like a heartbeat pressed to your ear murmur;
I see you. 549Please respect copyright.PENANAYCJHIToP1A
With words I am loud, with a voice I am silent. 549Please respect copyright.PENANAT8AurI2uC0
My voice you ask?
It is a contradiction.
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