Cheerful birds are chirping
No more,
they have flown away
rippling waters are gushing
no more,it stands still in river beds
still air is humid
no more,it hangs chilled and dry
falling leaves are rustling
no more,yet trees stand tall, bare naked
playful flurries are swift
no more,they linger for first snow
we linger and endure,
pause and wait,and listen to the sound of silence….
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