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The silence

suffering by cough I am out from the talking world...
really talking with real I
within...
 a world is there,in its pure colours and beauty.
I am happy...
viewing the place of compassion, and marvel
for what I was longing...
the moments of silence is more closer to my soul,
the nature is mysterious here..
 enveloping all the grieves:
life here is the unending joy.

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