Secret owl

Wandering around with a broken smile and a lost soul,
no one knows that I am a secret owl.
Not the one that hoots all night,
but the one that weeps when nothing goes right.
As the stars smile with every blink,
I see myself shattering with bleeding wrists.
And when the pillow feels the heavy rains,
the colour of hope fades away.
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~ Yashasvi Bhati
picture from Pinterest