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Feb 16, 2023
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By Shraddha Jain Magar


In the stillness of the night

lying thoughtless

The moon is beautiful but quiet

The sky has its shades but it doesn't talk to me

The crickets are doing their best

to break the silence




But they don't know the language in which

silences are broken for us

It's not the language of sounds

It's the language of love


By Shraddha Jain Magar





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