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On a barren wintery hike, the sound of water is pleasing.
I traverse through leaves and dead branches.
A dancing, cascading, the youthful waterfall appears
With mesmerizing heavenly beauty of its icy chandeliers
I become mindless, speechless
What did I do to deserve this?
Why is God showering His boundless grace on me, with all my shortcomings?
Am I the luckiest man alive?
Silence does not answer.
But soon it does, with uncontrollable joyful tears
Who says silence doesn’t speak?
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