The Living Poetry May visual prompt
They are puzzled about me
An eccentric nerd
buries herself in books
walks in summer storm
stares at the sky for hours
A sore thumb
stands out in small talks
unable to pick up social cues
receives no offense of sarcasm
I am told that
I am the eighth colour
of the rainbow
I am just as beautiful
as all the other flowers
in the field
Flicker of Thoughts 