@tanvir080

Poem: Like a torn leaf The light of an old afternoon Enters the dusty space of my chest— As if someone wants to silently rewrite the forgotten story. The yellow stain on the corner of the page, Perhaps time was very soft— So, the dreams were scattered in the air, decaying with touch. The words floating in the air still come to my ears and say in a hushed voice— “Look back… Where you stopped, there is your beginning.” I opened the page and saw it— Half-written, half-broken, Just like my heart, Unfinished, yet alive.

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