Like the ancient oak, deeply rooted in memories where time whispers. Roots that weave through earth and stone, finding solace in the quiet dark. Beneath the surface, where secrets of the heart roam wild and free. Drinking from streams of bygone eras, standing firm through storms and blasts.
Unshaken, deeply rooted they stand, silent strength beneath the land. Every branch tells a story of love, of loss, of ancient mysteries. Just like us, with roots unseen, growing towards the light where dreams dance. Deeply rooted yet reaching towards the heavens, from soil to stars, where spirits soar.
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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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