You see me as tears, saga of a broken beaten self. But I am a rain drop that has many rainbows hidden in its embrace.
You see me as dust that can be swept under the carpet of your fallacious ego. But I am the earth from whose lap life emanates.
You see me as a heap of leaves that lie shuddering and withered on ground, awaiting for the spring to arrive. But I am the wind that drape seasons and facilitate change.
You see me just as glitter and bling of a shimmery costume that you can discard at will. But I am the fire that holds warmth, brilliance and blaze.
You see me as a fragile bird that you can keep shackled in the cage of restrictions. But I am the sky of dreams and aspirations beyond your comprehension and petty gaze.
You see me…
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