Monday, December 12, 2011

The language of eternal silence


   Some unseen fingers, like idle breeze, are playing upon my heart the music of the ripples.
Water drops in the leaf becomes dew;
           Love drops in the life becomes light.

                   Both are uncertain yet they leave a magnificent remark
                                            .....................to leaf, to life.
                Listen, my heart, to the whispers of the world with which it makes love to you.
  

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