Your voice sounds like angels
From the heavens above
Like warm tea trickling down my throat
Like candy for the ears
Like a guitar solo from god himself, like a cool
Glass of water on a hot day,
Like the suns natural beauty,
A cool breeze
A mint after dinner
A cool bath.
Like a blue-jay singing on a tree branch
Like a car with eighteen inch subwoofers
Like the waves splashing the beach,
A room full of natures sounds, a rooster
Clucking in the early morning
Like the northern lights from Yukon
Like a shooting star,
A rock on fire, like natives
Humming their songs,
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