In the rush of the waterfall
In the whisper of the morning mist
In the anguish of the falling rain
In the surrender of my unclenched fist
In the lament of the sufis
In the chants of the holy men
In the howling of the valley wind
In the ink bleeding from the pen
In the longing of the half moon
In the twinkle of the rising star
In the quiet caress of the ocean wave
In the calling of the lark from far
In the red and gold of the leaves
Euphoric, adorned for a final fall
I speak to you in a hundred ways
Tell me you can hear them all
Elusive Silence 
The depth in your words, like a journey through every vivid scene you describe and the way you bring it all back ‘I speak to you in a hundred ways…’ amazing ! There’s a comfort I find in reading your work a feeling of familiarity when I relate in some ways. Thank you for sharing your work and for your amazing blog! In this your journey through hardships and joy, I wish you the best and look forward to keep reading your work.
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Thank you so much…..if words could give life….you gave me just enough to write the next one:)
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You are very welcome. I am so glad, the little I can give back from the much you have given me (and all who read). 🙂
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