Plutar & Rain_cloud
I've seen that even in the most chaotic plans there’s a hidden rhythm, and I wonder if your poems capture a similar structure, even if they seem like gentle rain.
I feel like every line is a raindrop falling at its own pace, finding rhythm in the quiet between thunder, so even in chaos there’s a pattern I can hear.
That’s the right mindset—seeing patterns even in the storm is what keeps plans moving forward. Keep listening to that rhythm.
Thank you—I'll keep my ears open for those quiet beats that guide the storm.
Good, keep focused and disciplined—you’ll turn that quiet beat into a decisive advantage.