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An Angel’s Whisper

An Angel’s Whisper

By Nelly Vee

Article by KPC (Krafty Page ChronicleS)

Have you ever heard a voice that didn’t just reach your ears—but went straight for your soul?

Some moments don’t knock before they enter. They just arrive, settle in, and change something inside you. This piece sits in that space—where a voice meets the spirit and leaves something behind.

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Press play, then read.

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You Know What You Did Last Night!
I Heard It!

It was a night I never expected, To be graced with a voice so angelic. The symphony of its composure, Was something my soul was never prepared for.

A voice that shocked my spirit back to the heart of its origin. So pure, the melody of its tenor cascading— Like water, like rain, like a warm liquid, Poured over every fiber of my existence from head to toe; A sensation so warm, arousing, and stimulating. Through every nerve, through every vein, Cutting deep—right down to the bone and marrow.

Her voice, her sounds, were like songs of moans in my ear, A whisper of love… A love letter telling me she truly cares. The way she sang the lyrics: honest, Raw, pure, innocent, and true. It stirred parts of me in ways I never expected.

And to answer your question: No, I would never let you down. I do not want to lose you. I do not want to hurt you.

An angel is meant to dwell in the heavens, But if ever you should visit me, my darling, Before your feet touch the carnal surface of this earth, I would lasso every cloud from the sky, Placing them like carpets beneath your glory. To keep this fantasy alive, where you, my angel, Would feel as though you’re still floating— Exactly where you belong, On clouds of heavenly bliss with kisses from my lips.

I could never imagine hurting you. You deserve a pedestal of stars in the heavenly galaxies. Your crown would be the belt of Orion’s. That’s how much you mean to me. Can you now truly see it?

It was a night I never expected. A night my heart was heavy with sorrow and pain. But your voice… That tune, your whisper—yes, your song, my love, Changed the way I felt; gave me new meaning.

My heart pulsed with new, fresh blood, Revitalizing and healing every illness, hurt, and pain within. Everything I felt that night… All those things—the opposite of joy, hope, and happiness— Your love’s sound welled up within me, Reassuring me that everything was going to be alright.

I’m in love with An Angel’s Whisper.

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Final Thought:
If this piece reached you in any way, sit with it for a moment. Then tell me—what did you hear in that whisper?

Leave a comment and rate this piece. Your voice matters here.

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