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The Music Of Silence

The music of silence

a pulse of solitude

I heard it, felt it

I became the music

Dancing in silence

I noticed

I was the dancer,the silence

I am whole and I am a part

I am the instrument and the music

I am tree and I'm the leaf

I am not the mind or the body

I am simply,the music.

Written By - Vihaan Dhir

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