By: Juairia Hossain

Someone will live
in the quiet strokes of my paintings,
in the whispered ink of my pages,
a soul I’ve never met, yet always known.

Someone will breathe
between my untold verses,
within the colours I have yet to name,
a part of me, yet beyond my reach.

Someone will stay
till the sky falls apart,
till time surrenders to eternity,
waiting for me in the art I create.

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Juairia Hossain is an undergraduate student of English Language and Literature (ELL) at the Department of English, Northern University Bangladesh. With a strong passion for writing, she actively contributes to various online newspapers and magazines.