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Silence

Where the Night Notes and Day Dreams begin

Silence

Some unexpected turns of life

brought silence sharp as any knife,

yet in that stillness, a fertile ground,

where buried seeds began their round.

 

Without a sound from outer air,

they rose within — recorded here —

old words once spoken, softly sown,

now blooming forth in a new gown.

 

With right conditions, ancient seed

will blossom, touching hearts indeed,

revealing life’s abundant beat —

for many,– makes the circle complete.

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