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When Silence Speaks
Not a wisp of wind
disturbs the willows
along the path I walk,
the silence
and the stillness
speak to my hurt
and harried heart;
let hard lessons
learned
flow swiftly down
the soothing stream
to the sea,
evaporating into rain,
returning refreshed
to water virgin dreams.
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Chetta Achara
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