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Sounds are born out of silence, And movements out of stillness. Poetry is the meaning leading to the eternal, And the poet's soul strives to create a union. For not everyone can touch the depths, Getting into the streams of life. The whirlpool of fate, sometimes as a gift, Takes us straight to the door of heavens. Sometimes the poet's hand, Playing between the lines with silence, Touches the soundless strings, Revealing the depth of the hearts. I sincerely wish you, dear reader, to discover this real treasure hidden in your heart....