A nightmare grew in shadows deep, haunting scenes with fears that creep. Dark corridors whisper of dread, echoes chase where dreams have fled. Monsters lurk in silent night, eyes piercing, void of light. Heart pounds fast, trying to flee, trapped in ghostly spree.
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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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Sound of bees at picnic
In the summer's heat, amid laughter and joy, buzzing bees hum sweet rhythms. Golden dancers in the sunlit air, their melody rare. Around the picnic, they flit and play, whispering secrets of swaying flowers. In the lazy warmth, we hear their soothing symphony of summer, soft and clear.
By Pallabi Saikiaabout a year ago in Poets
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Breathtaking words