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Jan 2017
Everything has its own language
-the wind, rain, and snow
Animals, the Sun, and the Moon.

But a poet must enter the language of silence
the language behind all songs
and be content to listen-

Listen until the silence reveals itself
and the poet can sing like the wind, rain, and snow,
Animals, the Sun, and the Moon.
Written by
nivek
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