A human nightingale

Her voice empowers your spirit, sad is not what she desires, she is joy.

A Human Nightingale

Her voice was a sweet melody. It was like a ravine that passes through steepy slopes, waywardly touching and tuning with every rock that comes in its flow. My broken heart was one of the rock.
I heard her! She healed me.
It wasn't deep a voice, wasn't shallow either, it was peace.
Oh! Her voice was peaceful serenity, comforting each bone in my body, was so swift as if, it's an innate component of blood flowing in my veins.
Needless to say, she was my nightingale.

She sings in clubs, cafes’, parties, sitting with her piano in-front, her voice echoing, everywhere down the street.
On requests, she performs her best; seductious she may make you feel,
She may sensationalise your spirit, and torn apart your tiny scattered little sorrows into ecstaty. And in that moment, u tell yourself, she is my nightingale.

I can't do it, she replies, when someone, anyone asks her to sing melancholy.
Man, oh! Man, I see no point in singing sad, for i know my voice has the power to create.
It shall crawl down your throat like a bitter- sweet soda, with those fresh mint leaves that chills you to the inside, may unravel your dark spots outside.
U may not want that. U may not desire.
For I won't sing sad.

She is a human nightingale, listening to her, cocoones you in tangling webs;
passionate soothing webs like that of spiders, you wanna match and unmatch that bittersweet symphony her voice creates.

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