Poetry of life, Heal yourself ✔

Hearts untied, Heart united.

Must read till the end.

One day, its raining, but still the sunlight shines by the light ray. Its not a heavy rain, its pleasant. The weather was perfect in her opinion. She was sitting on a bench. Many flowers were surrounded near her. They all were small, soft, cute. She slowly approached a pink little blossom from a stem. She slowly caressed the petal, her soft behavior reflected in her actions. "Thank God that no one plucked you from your home". She said while her lips held a cute smile. She was speaking to this little creature which is a God's creation. "You are beautiful than the rose, in my opinion. Of course I love rose too, but right now, I'm adoring your beauty. Maybe you are also like me? So soft." She said while poking her nose on the little flower. Even the sad flower turned happy because of her sweet yet funny gestures. "All are taking photos of you all, but they miss their chance to adore your purity and beauty!!are they really humans?!" she scoffed, acting like she's angry towards this big world. "I wish I could find a soulmate as soft and beautiful as you. I mean, inner beauty!!" She pouted, realizing that people were robotic nowadays. Being an extrovert near these small creatures, she was always been an introvert near humans. why? its a secret of her existence. I swear that people will fall for her if they see her state when she is alone. Sometimes she will be grumpy like a small kid. Sometimes she will be loud as loudspeaker, damn but she will spread positivity in that state. Most of the times, she will be thinking something and eventually it will make her sad too. All these things played on her mind as run down of thoughts while her gaze landed on the same flower with some droplets on its top layer. She didn't capture this blissful moment through camera but through her heart, she did. She lightly brushed off the raindrops and crouched down to reach the flower's height. Her head tilted, her gaze fixed its target, the flower.
Rain drops kept on falling on her face and the flower. Water kept on rolling down her cheeks, her tears too. "This isn't a sad story, my life isn't a sad story, but seeing you made me to remember him. His soft behaviors but no longer exists as soft, cause its fake. You are truly soft right?" Her voice came out as a  mere whisper. Her mood literally was right opposite comparing to the first one. But who cares? she has feelings too. Its just people became so cold and rigid because of their surroundings. she believed. The wind blew as her tears were taken away by the nature. She felt its a sign that she shouldn't cry, its an order from nature. Maybe something is gonna change? But her hope already swept away from her, it was stolen by him. Her only hope exist was music. Again the wind blew, making her to regain herself from these thoughts. Again its a sign from nature, that she have to grow a hope in the word called love which she already lost. She smiled, felt grateful towards the nature for always being her side when she felt her pieces of life are getting lost. "Who cultivated you and made you this much soft which literally triggered my memories?" She asked the flower as its slim stem drifted to her opposite direction as if its trying to say something. She understood as she was very familiar with nature and turn towards the direction and saw nothing. "hmm?what are you telling? is there any ghost there??" a chuckle left her mouth as her eyes smiled fondly towards the waving flower. "Achoo". A soft sneeze left her nose as she fake glared the flower. "Hey! How dare you to hypnotize me with your soft features?? Don't you know thats its rude?!" She thrown some fake tantrums, acting as a stupid kid. Her eyes held a genuine adoration for the sweet flower. "Atleast you brought out my innerchild, so here's your reward!!" She delicately held the flower as if it will get hurt and kissed the soft petals as she felt the water drops on her lips. "I hope you heard my small chat with you, now I have to go!!" Even though she have to go, she felt her intuition saying to be here a little longer. She also wondered how in this world the flower was soft like no other thing! As she was thinking these things, she was about to exit the park, a thunder rumbled as she stopped in her tracks. She turned around, the white clouds were painted in the whole sky. The rain was still alive, a pleasant rain. The wind was blowing, the tress rustled. It was dark, but still bright, cause there was not any black clouds. She heard some footsteps, her gaze drifted from here and there. The aura of the person seemed similar, her heart beat accelerated by each of the steps. Her eyes kept on searching for a person, the place shined by the sun light, pleasantly presented by the blissful rain drops. The wind became uneven just like her heartbeat.

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