Where The Voice Carries


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Whenever I hear your voice warmly rings by the sea

All I can see are flowers blooming with the sweet melody.

Whenever I hear your voice, it sounds your soft heartbeat

That carries me against the stoic gushes of wind.



What the voice carries isn’t easy to grasp with bare hands

Even though its resonance is still singing beyond this land.

What the voice resonates isn’t something that commands

As it hums nothing but a wishful hope we barely understand.



Yet, even if I stand to meet your voice across this vast depth

It’s hard to find you and your seemingly waning footsteps.

Yet, under this moon, I still bare my hands of breadth

Until I can reach your heart covered with thorny veil.




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