Whispers secrets, untold and meek,
Revealing truths that we hold dear,
In stillness, words find their way near.
It's a canvas, pristine and white,
Waiting for the brush, to paint with light,
A symphony plays, in the absence of noise,
A healing balm, that keeps us poised.
The calm that follows the storm,
A guide that keeps us warm,
In whispers, we find the peaks,
Silence is a voice that speaks
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03/05/2023
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