A blog with known words. |
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It is a blog where I share my thoughts with you. I try to tell you how Bengal people can write a bit. What is the magic behind it? This is the most important question. These are logically described in this blog post. I hope you will enjoy it very much. |
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The Cotton Silvern White cloud on the stalk, A small promise of comfort. Grown under a hot sun, Drinking the summer rain, Waits patiently. The bolls burst open in an explosion of fluff. The fingers slip through the cotton texture. It is so soft. From field to house, A journey of transformation, Woven into sheets, The cradle is sleeping through the deck. A simple plant, Bearing the gift of everyday ease. Lines: 14 Prompt ▶︎ |