The beauty of voice
It’s not in the choice of words
It’s not the classiness of accent
it’s not in the huskiness of speech
It’s the beauty of his voice that attracts
The purity of his heart is what reflects in the dialogue
When he is happy his joy is apparent in his talk
When he is bitterly angry his annoyance is clear in his silence amidst a heavy speech
His voice conveys every emotion
What he wants to say
What he doesn’t want to but intends to make sure you understand
That’s the splendor of his voice
At times when I don’t want to listen to even a single word from him
And the way he calms me down with a cute and adorable note
His effortless ways of convincing and explaining the walks of life is what is commendable
It’s the serenity of his speech what makes the dialect too innocent
That’s the ethereal beauty of his voice
Listening to him, Talking to him
Takes you to the exquisite journey of patience
The beauty of his voice is so magnificent that its takes you to dark realms of brooding ambience
A swirling eternal world of dreams
It’s in the genuineness of his words
it’s in the depth of his of speech
It’s is the elegance of his accent
It’s all in the delicate beauty of his voice
cause that’s the only thing that makes his presence felt.
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