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Dec 2014
Silent deeds are like whispered echoes.
In a hallway of mirrors
Its not just your image reflected,
As even echoes become a part of your symphony.
Saint or a sinner,
Your song to sing.
Even a single ray of light,
Can show someone their way home.
© Meenu Syriac
Meenu Syriac
Written by
Meenu Syriac  India
(India)   
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