Flowing Stream (Poetry)
A waterfall flows in the forest,
A person sings,
A whisper in the trees,
Shivers the senses,
An invisible order down,
Digested withered leaves
The seedling grows
I flow with sleep,
I sing with the bird,
Trees, trembled with birds
And in the same invisible order, inside
I keep getting rigged and dilapidated with a falling leaves,
I get a new life.l
But most of me,
I am silent with the silence of the forest,
I am silent,
Because he tells me who I am,
Connects me with sky
Which is silent, irrelevant, is indispensable
Who equates everyone
Silence formula,
Without eradicating any meaning,
All words consecrated,
Harmony is threaded
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Dont break the silence... I loved the way you linked silence with Harmony and it is really meaningful in that way, thanks for your poem, big hug :) see you around, do remember to engage with others :)