Words That Move
A Love Letter to Vocal.media
In the digital world of today
Where ideas can fly away
There's a platform that's known to all
Vocal.media, where stories enthrall
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Where creativity knows no stress
A community that grows and thrives
With words that soar and emotions that arise
From poetry to prose, it's all here
Thoughts and feelings that bring us near
Stories of love and life untold
With insights that never get old
Vocal.media, a place to express
Where creativity knows no stress
A community that grows and thrives
With words that soar and emotions that arise
So bring your voice and let it be heard
With Vocal.media as your word
Join hands with the world and spread your wings
With a story that truly sings
Vocal.media, a place to express
Where creativity knows no stress
A community that grows and thrives
With words that soar and emotions that arise
So come and join us, won't you stay?
Where words have power and hearts find their way
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With stories that light up the night.
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Ashu Bisht
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By Jenifer Nim3 days ago in Wander
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