When she speaks no one hears her.
When she screams no one hears it.
She's like small little bubbles being bubbled under the sea shore.
Where no man can see.
She's like a small glowing light in the dark.
But nobody pays attention because of that spark beyond her glowing light.
She feels ignored and lonely.
But yet lovely.
Her silent voice is like the quiet meadow's of the green woods.
Peaceful and calm.
Silence is beautiful.
They say.
Silence is meaningful and peaceful.
Is that true?
She thinks and wonder's.
In her life full of storms and thunders.
Still no one hears her.
Is her voice small?
Are the voices in her head to loud that she can't even hear herself.
She signs and pounders.
Her silent voice can't be Heard in the rains of life.
She's filled with pain.
She's as beautiful as a lily they say .
But no one hears her sing.
But a light so shineth from the sky.
Waters of love, blessing and peace falls in the heart of her soul.
She is a silent voice still with hope and a bright future beyond the horizon.
The end.🥰
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