i fill up the blanks with the words like action,
it is silent with no apparent sound effect, sometime little doings and small steps are enough;
dreams winging as light as autumn clouds in the virtuous sky convey the soul to the enormous space;
the language of heart is universal and it speaks in silence carrying messages in pulsation caught in a pulse
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Rightly said and so brilliantly narrated. A marvelous poem beautifully woven.