My eyes awake to the sight of the sun.
My ears awake to the sound of her voice.
I hear her sing,
That sweet, sweet sound of her voice.
Beautifully haunting.
Whenever she sings,
It is as though she calls out for me.
It seems like her voice calls out my name,
Only in a different language.
That voice.
Her voice.
I will die,
Just to hear her sing again.
- Sonia S. Anthony
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