The Whispering Door
When silence starts to breathe, even walls remember the screams they once contained
By Rai Sohaib Published about a year ago • 1 min read
The house was never empty — it just learned to breathe when no one was watching
Wind hums through old bones,
A door breathes — soft, slow, alive,
Shadows hold their screams.
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Rai Sohaib
Writing about life’s hidden patterns and the power of the human mind
Writing poetry and poems
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