Hanapin
Halimbawa
The couch was covered with a tattered blanket, worn thin from years of use.
The tattered flag still flew proudly, though its edges were frayed and torn.
She held onto the tattered book, its pages yellowed and cover falling apart.
His tattered jacket barely provided warmth on the cold, windy day.
The artist's tattered canvas told the story of countless failed attempts before success.
