In the quiet, whispers flow,
Soft as breezes, soft and slow.
Secrets drift from lip to ear,
Faint and gentle, yet so clear.
Words like feathers, barely heard,
Carry weight without a word.
In the silence, truth takes flight.
Softly spoken, a gentle hue
Whispers weave a secret anew
In hushed tones, a message shared
A confidence, beyond compare
In quiet ears, a tale unfolds
A whispered promise, young and old
A language spoken, pure and kind
A whisper's power, on the mind.
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Danny Prem kumar
A vision is our long-term goals and aspirations for the future in terms of its long-term growth and impact on this world. My mission defines what we do and what we stand for, while our vision speaks to our goals and ideals for the future.
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