Your skin may not be as smooth as the petals of others
Your color may not fit on the standards of all the gardens
in this galaxy
You may curse yourself for being different but love, that what makes you extraordinary.
And you, being different, made the ocean to send its wave to the shore just to kiss the land
where you are planted.
YOU ARE READING
Constellation
PoetryHere lies the speck of words orbiting in my own galaxy that was once lost but finally found its own constellation.
