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Sometimes the greatest joys begin before the first raindrop falls—folded paper boats, hopeful skies, and childhood waiting for nature to kee...

Wednesday, July 8, 2020

Voice of silence

The silent spaces,
a retreat,
from the cacophony of life,
into reflections;
A quest,
towards all answers,
the silence holds
secrets of eternity.
Revelations, in the stillness.
The unresolved threads
of our journey,
getting all tied up neatly,
rather, hemmed,
into a beautiful pattern.
Tapping into the silence,
resting in stillness,
learning,
the art of being.



Linking with Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge

Welfare unto all
Rab rakha 🤗 🤗 🤗 

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