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Alisa's Voice Studio
Even Silence Can Sing
She sang in silence, not with notes, but with knowing,
a melody stitched into the seams of sorrow,
soft as breath, bold as truth.
Her voice was not loud, but it moved mountains in me.
It echoed in the hush between heartbeats,
where grief and grace hold hands.
She did not ask to be remembered, she simply was.
Like the scent of rain on old stone,
like the way light bends to kiss the broken.
I carry her in the folds of my voice,
in the tremble of every word I dare to speak.
She is the reason I rise,
the reason I write,
the reason I believe that even silence can sing.
Starlight Name
Your name, Alisa, glows at night,
Like moonlit dreams in silver light.
Each syllable a whispered tune,
That dances softly with the moon.
Ink and Petals
Alisa writes in petals and rain,
Her words dissolve yet still remain.
Between the lines, a tender grace,
A poem blooms upon her face.
Gentle Breeze
Alisa walks where wildflowers grow,
Soft laughter trailing as winds blow.
The world turns quiet when she’s near,
A hush of calm, a song so clear.
Morning Spark
Alisa rises with the sun,
A spark of joy, a day begun.
She paints the sky with golden hue,
And leaves the dawn a brighter view.
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