In the cacophony of the chaos surrounding...
The voice, the words, echo loud and clear...
Deny, he can't for he knows, the voice tingles ...
Like the voice of a lark...
Like the gentle breeze that soothes the restless...
Re-kindling a desire to be wanted... to be cared for...
He longs deep down, in desperation to hear her say...
Suniye...
-Sareeta
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