This is my voice, I can't always control How it sounds when I open my mouth but it can change, And formerly it held a sad tone that made the listeners think I was alone. I was alone; it's not just my voice that revealed that, my actions did too. I was afraid; my voice just wanted to make that known. Now I will write and you will read, Making sure that every barren tree has a seed. My words will let you know that there is still more for you to hear.

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Profile picture of user: s_zaynab_kamoonpury

Superb poem wow! Kudos! plz also read ,comment and share my poems too

Profile picture of user: kabuswesignature

There come a point in life where a transition occurs. It is not forced but is as a result of alignment.