Whispers disappear in the cold night air,
A presence lingers, yet unseen.
Silence surrounds, heart hardened,
A touch of shadows in solitude.
Echoes fade, memories fade away,
Departing without a word.
In the emptiness where warmth once existed,
A ghostly presence lingers, where love has withered.
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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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Deeply Rooted
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.
By Pallabi Saikiaabout a year ago in Poets
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