Whispers on the Terrace: An Evening of Solitude and Serenity
Beneath the sky, soft hues unfurl, In a dreamy swirl, the evening’s pearl. Coconut trees whispered, their rustling sigh, Windows unlatched echoed low and high. A train hummed past with a fleeting thrill, Cats snuggled close, defying the chill. My book lay open, its words took flight, Blending with the breeze, a gentle delight. Hair unbound, in the wind it soared, A quiet magic my heart adored. - Iqra Mohammed