The Petite, young, And Dusky Demure Husky Ms. Voice Tonality

A Poem by jay

Whose Husky Ms. Voice Tonality is that?

I think I know.
Its owner is quite sad though.
It really is a tale of woe,
I watch her frown. I cry hello.

She gives her Nasal Tonality a shake,
And sobs until the tears make.
The only other sound’s the break,
Of distant waves and birds awake.

The Voice Tonality is petite and young.

dusky demure and deep,
But she has friends to keep,
Until then she shall not sleep.
She lies in bed with wounds that weep.

She rises from her sulking bed,
With thoughts of chaotic madness in her head,
She idolises being a Rising Star.
Facing the day with never-ending yet, Far.

With thanks to the poet, Robert Frost, for the underlying structure.

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