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Silence speaks...



A silence after every storm,
tells the tales of life.
A silence after the war,
echoes with slaughter of warriors and their strife.
A silence within the depths of oceans,
Vibrates with beauty and bliss
A silence inside the canopies of forest'
hides its mysteries within.

A silence beneath a holy roof,
Sings a song to sooth thy' soul.
A silence at the summit atop
Holds the thrill within Alpanist goal

A silence speaks, the words unspoken.
A silence sings , a harmony unsung.
Its a cry of joy, a voice of hope
within each man and within each soul.


 

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