Tick by tick, the gears align in a dance of clockwork. Time's silent sign is marked by each cog falling into place with a rhythm so true. Guiding the hours as they slip through is a heartbeat within the metal, a steady pulse both cold and sweet. In every turn, life's tale is told, a story of time both young and old.
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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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An open wound
An open wound, bleeding and deep, whispers of a heart in need. Scarlet rivers mark trails of sorrow, each drop a tale of woe. But within, strength blossoms, even in darkness, healing takes hold. Though the wound may be gaping, time stitches it closed, from the shattered, a new self blossoms.
By Pallabi Saikiaabout a year ago in Writers
Seeking Justice for Renee Nicole Good
A photo of Renee Nicole Good, who was shot and killed by a U.S. Immigration and Customs Enforcement agent, sits near near candles bearing the names of people who have been killed by ICE agents or died in custody, during a vigil for her in Seattle, Jan. 8, 2026.
By Organic Products 7 days ago in Writers
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