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
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