Void Thoughts

Could the dewdrops be repulsed
by the world around them,
clinging so dearly to the petals?

Or are they gently drawn
to the flower’s delicate touch,
its tender embrace,
whispering sweet nothings
in quiet communion?

Perhaps it isn’t aversion,
not an escape from something else.
It might simply be affection,
a quiet fondness,
that draws the dewdrops
to the petals.

© Vinitha Dileep

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This piece is written in response to the two hundredth and thirtieth edition of Fiction Monday inspired by the word prompt – REPULSE hosted by yours truly. Do join in if you have a tale to tell.

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