Humming the beats of silence, the owl came out. Hearing the voice of the night, the poem came out. And here, it's me, dancing in the rain, waiting not for the rainbow but for the sunshine to come out. Don't we always wish for something unlikely only because we already have something more probable? 🌻🖤 Thank you so much for the highlights TRIPTI Dida ❤️ Kumarpal bhaiya 💙 Night 🌌 Light💜 And thank you for the poke Zoya💜⁷ #aestheticthoughts #restzone #theunsungquill #black_rythmn #justlikethatpoems
