Vocal Cords

Between stands and heaven,

Songs pry on the hopes.

Far into peaks,

Gliding beneath the fray,

Lies and truths become mates;

Entangling holy veins and splinters,

That poke into bare bones and foray!

How high can one’s voice rise…

A lifetime of closed lips?

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