Her Voice Heals Me

There is something about her voice,
It heals me and cushions my ears.
The voice soothes my mind and comforts my heart.
It is not a love story or a memoir,
It is a tribute to her voice that sews my wounds and fills my emptiness.
This is the voice I don’t intend to reveal,
But she isn’t my kin or a sibling.
It may sound rude not to reveal the relation or name to my readers,
But revealing will lead to judgements and assumptions.
This voice, I have a deep relation with it.
Anger, emotional, firm or wobbly;
The voice always has an unwavering impact on my senses.
Let the Identity Stay concealed,
Or the public would sense it as a meme.

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