An introvert
is like a flower
who stands
in it’s own flower pot
uninterrupted.
Sometimes,
the flower
would stand
beside other flower pots.
Most of the time,
it would remain still
within its own perimeters
unseen.
An introvert
is a master
of silence, simplicity,
and serenity.
He or she
shines like rays of light
when their worlds
have repaired themselves.
Flowers grow best
when they’re nourished
with ample sunlight, water,
soil, and bliss.
Introverts grow best
when they’re showered
with their simple joys,
and close to their chosen ones.
Flowers are full of colour,
bright, dark, or both.
They are grand,
medium, or diminutive.
They are smooth,
prickly, or pointy.
They look like cups,
bowls, clarinets, globes, or clusters.
Introverts
come in all shapes, sizes,
colours, shades,
and textures.
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