The voice may be a shade lower than the decibel of sound,
A frail trail of words that follows you around,
You search everywhere yet couldn’t find any clue,
For it was within you but you hardly knew.
You won’t find respite,
It doesn’t matter what you do,
Until you pause and listen,
To the noise within you.
It gives you signs,
Listen to its chime,
Give it a hearing,
And follow along this time.
For there is nothing like a speaking soul,
Pick the vibes that play your true role.
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