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Silence of my heart._

~ my heart can find silence in a book,
           melody without words !
                wind, sounds, whispers:
                       may come ,
                          someday of April !
                              warm rain,
                                     touches my lips...
                                             and ,
I can feel the sun shine in my soul !
                          never stop listen to a silently song,
                                              you may find the missing pieces...
                                                   of your heart !.


                                                                   A. A. Popovici,

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