Sitting on a rock nearby the stream
In silence listening to its rhythm,
Watching the pebbles blue, red and white
I discover peace in cool waters of it.
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The flowing melody of cowboy’s flute,
The slipping of dry leaves while walking at night,
The bending of trees under gentle breeze,
The squeaking sounds of the beaks of two birds on it,
Make the silence very pleasant.
it is in the nature of silence i find the codes of life........ very true. only one who loves can become a poet or poetess. love ur simple words and the flow and the meaning. thank you
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The flowing melody of cowboy’s flute, The slipping of dry leaves while walking at night, The bending of trees under gentle breeze, The squeaking sounds of the beaks of two birds on it, Make the silence very pleasant. it is in the nature of silence i find the codes of life........ very true. only one who loves can become a poet or poetess. love ur simple words and the flow and the meaning. thank you