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In the quiet of the night,
Where whispers softly tread,
Lies a heart, so still,
With words unsaid.
Through corridors of memory,
Emotions gently flow,
A dance of silent echoes,
In a realm only I know.
A tear, a smile, a sigh,
Entwined in twilight's grasp,
Unspoken dreams of yesterdays,
In shadows they do clasp.
Love's gentle touch, now a ghost,
Wanders through the soul,
Leaving traces on the wind,
Of a story left untold.
In the silence, there’s a yearning,
A longing for the past,
Where the heart could speak in whispers,
And time could never last.
Words are the paintbrushes of the mind, and with each stroke, I strive to create a masterpiece that leaves a lasting impression.
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1 | Kimi writes | 378 |
2 | Srivats_1811 | 287 |
3 | Manish_5 | 105 |
4 | AkankshaC | 93 |
5 | Udeeta Borpujari | 86 |
6 | Rahul_100 | 68 |
7 | Rahul Gupte | 66 |
8 | Anshika | 53 |
9 | Srividya Ivauri | 52 |
10 | WriteRightSan | 52 |
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1 | Srivats_1811 | 311 |
2 | Rahul_100 | 244 |
3 | Udeeta Borpujari | 209 |
4 | AkankshaC | 195 |
5 | Infinite Optimism | 179 |
6 | Rahul Gupte | 171 |
7 | Anshika | 152 |
8 | Kimi writes | 150 |
9 | shruthi.drose | 142 |
10 | aditya sarvepalli | 139 |
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