it drops the twilight, blowing out the glorious light, under the glimpse of starry silver sight, my sorrows are dying quite. The thing about night is it's like a saint, a hermit, an epitome of detachment. It provides solace, calm and peace when present but no matter how much you pester it to stay for longer, it leaves you every morning. It likes to keep away from the hustle and bustle, retreating into its cottage by the riverside behind the mountains. #thingaboutnight #YourQuoteAndMine Collaborating with YourQuote Baba
