Sweet Air

Park

By Pallabi SaikiaPublished about a year ago • 1 min read

In the park, where breezes play,
Fresh air greets the dawn of day.
Whispers of pine and grass so sweet,
Nature's perfume, a quiet treat.

Each breath a taste of morning's kiss,
A gentle touch of earthly bliss.
Crisp and pure, the scent so rare,
Soul revived in open air.

surreal poetry

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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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Alyssa wilkshoreabout a year ago
So creative

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