Strong and firm, now breaking slow.
Edges fray where winds do blow.
Cracks that spider, lines that weave.
Silent echoes of what we leave.
Bit by bit, it falls away.
Granite hearts to fragile clay.
In the dust of what remains.
Crumbling whispers, lost refrains.
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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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Nice performance. "Crumbling whispers, lost refrains.". Liked that line.