Raindrops | Poetry

you're the sky, full of stars

"I'm so full of acne," I say to you. 

You shake your head and say, "You're like the rippled lakes and streams, who catch sunlight in their little palms and bring before us a galaxy of stars on their facade. Your acne aren't flaws and scars, they're flowers and stars. They're there to be cherished. And someday, someone would be privileged enough to join those stars into the most beautiful constellation to adorn your hair and weave those flowers into garlands, which would perfume mankind for ages to come."

Author's Note:

Ever looked at a gurgling stream, pocketing sunshine and showering them out like stars? Look deeper and look at your face's reflection and how those stars shine for you. You're beautiful.