Wednesday 23 January 2019

TouchMeNot



often the sensitivity to the world is the strength within, 
to the world, the plant is living in solace
 yet there she knows she was living in allure,
the power lies in her imagination that no one can touch,
touch me not, says she, for she knows that she will be called insane the moment she is touched.
the power is often in the retreat!

                                                           ~ Deepthi

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