I drift gently from my perch up high,
Soft whispers of wind guide me as I fly.
Golden and crisp, I twirl with grace,
Embracing freedom in this open space.
Downward I glide in a dance so slow,
Witnessing autumn's vibrant glow.
Resting peacefully on the forest floor,
Joining my kin, my journey is no more.
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Pallabi Saikia
I am an article writer and poet, expressing my overwhelming thoughts through words. My articles explore diverse topics, while my poetry captures personal subtleties, connecting with others through shared experiences.
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Cozy Haven
In a room with twinkling lights, soft blankets beckon warmly. Plants and memories intertwine, creating a serene and divine space. Whispers of dreams in the evening glow, where time moves gently and slow. A haven of peace, where hearts can rest, in this cozy corner, life feels blessed.
By Pallabi Saikiaabout a year ago in Poets
Wild Card Weekend Recap: What Happens Now?
I think I figured out why I love Wild Card Weekend so much. It's because it's the first playoff anything of the calendar year. The NFL season starts in the fall, and once upon a time, the champion was crowned either on or slightly before New Year's. The evolution of the NFL schedule has resulted in the playoffs starting just into the New Year, and currently, the final week of the season falls on the first weekend of the New Year, with Wild Card Weekend coming a week after that. So yes, chronologically, the NFL's Wild Card Weekend serves as the first playoff anything of the calendar year.
By Clyde E. Dawkins7 days ago in Unbalanced
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Awesome.