The face in the mirror
I was a lonely flower whose petals were withered, whose colours were faded and whose sweet nectar was slurped by the deadly demon of diffidence.
Then the face in the mirror said to me, "You are worthy".
I took to refill the parched springs of nectar.
Slowly, butterflies came to quench their thirst with my nectar.
In return, they gifted me my lost colours.
I'm not lonely anymore.
Copyright © Swetha Vangaveti | Year Posted 2019
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