The Beautiful Duckling
there he lay all curled up in a ball
laying out in the sun to dry his silky down feathers
who could have imagined this little duckling was really a swan
the prime of the litter and the joy of his mother
who could have imagined that all the ridicule and all the heartache was over nothing
this beautiful duckling was destined for greatness
he will walk across the edge of the pond and proclaim his love for another
he will never cower now
now that his identity is truly revealed
he never was an ugly duckling
no, not ever
he was just a beautiful swan in wait for this magical moment!
gwendolen rix
12-12-14
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