His soft and gentle speech,
The melodies in his voice,
They're stuck inside me as leech,
Again and over again I make it my choice.
His antiseptic sounds,
His patient and silent utterance,
Which can heal all the wounds,
And can take away the world's belligerence.
Hearing his sweet whisper,
Ears feel better than listening to water waves.
The sound of his hits harder than zephyr,
And when he is away,
to listen to him my heart craves.
Jun 19, 2020
Jun 19, 2020 at 12:07 AM UTC
His soft and gentle speech,
The melodies in his voice,
They're stuck inside me as leech,
Again and over again I make it my choice.
His antiseptic sounds,
His patient and silent utterance,
Which can heal all the wounds,
And can take away the world's belligerence.
Hearing his sweet whisper,
Ears feel better than listening to water waves.
The sound of his hits harder than zephyr,
And when he is away,
to listen to him my heart craves.
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