she had the voice
the voice of an angel
beautiful, melodious
like a flowing stream of honey
her voice was music
she was music in herself
rolling over the hills
in harmonious waves
but yet
she shut the world out
she shut herself out
she dared not let her voice
be heard
for she was
afraid
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Ballads of a Cloud Walker
Poetrynefilibata (n) lit. "cloud-walker"; one who lives in the clouds of their own imagination or dreams highest ranking: 692 in Poetry
