In the drudge- Is the low hum- A sound- A heart beat- A blip on the radar screen- It is carried by the wind- and clouds- that crawl over our heads- Its in the stillness when all is gone- Gone from your mind- But brought into the heart- Silence is its words- A slience that understands- The cycle of life, death, and rebirth- And its presence can touch- and pluck the strings- that connect- Us- To oneness- To love- To strength- To wisdom- In silent words- Peace is heard- In silent words- Nature speaks-Birth sign: Libra
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