Curiosity is a restless breeze,
Stirring leaves on ancient trees.
It whispers secrets in the night,
Guiding hearts toward unknown light.
It’s the spark that starts the flame,
The endless quest, the unknown name.
A thirst that never finds its fill,
A journey onward, against the still.
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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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A Dart at Dusk
Seconds ago, the sullen sun set on the two of us… my exuberant furry companion and me. A fresh breeze embraces us, delivering welcome relief from the day’s oppressive heat. His typical stumbling and staggering along — apace with a sloth — has turned into trip-trapping, high-stepping, almost skipping along.
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶3 days ago in Petlife
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