Could the dewdrops be repulsedby the world around them,clinging so dearly to the petals? Or are they gently drawnto the flower’s delicate touch,its tender embrace,whispering sweet nothingsin quiet communion? Perhaps it isn’t aversion,not an escape from something else.It might simply be affection,a quiet fondness,that draws the dewdropsto the petals. © Vinitha Dileep This piece is written … More Dewdrops #FictionMonday #Poem