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The morning whispers as light breaks, Shadows of yesterday fade away. In the hush of dawn, the world is reborn, A canvas painted with morning dew. With each step on this path unknown, New beginnings emerge with the rising sun. The past softly fades, like a star's last glow, Fresh winds of hope now blow in its place.
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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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