Like a melody penetrating your soul...
Like a water stream cleaning your burdens...
Purifying your spirit from Rainy days...
Let you cry like a child, longing to sleep peacefully...
Like a flute of its own rhythm...
I didn't tell her that!.....
                                         But....
I kept hearing her voice!...
Trying to heal myself and unable to give her the credit...
                                I might be afraid! Afraid of...
Losing the privilege I gave myself without permission...
Not hearing her voice anymore...
                                         I'm sorry.......
                                It is not the voice only!
It is everything in her, even the face... even eyes have their own touch...
                                      Her Voice was the....
                                             Trigger!