The Ugly Duckling
...
Its
voice,
a rhyme,a
charm,
echo
o f
time
forever
gone , piercing into
bulky stillness of night, crowned
by the solitude of silence, silhouettes
and shadows ,dancing under an umbel of
darkness, ever so present. slowly it
swims, on a crystal lake, gentle breeze
ruffles its silky silver feathers,
---- a soothing touch of relief, a refreshing smile---------------
The mirror couldn’t hide, its bleeding
grief, an ending saga of ridicule, but
it reflected a courage to survive,
that even grey shades couldn’t conquer.
It was not just a reflection ,but an
image of its reality,
veiled
under
a soul
hurt
but
pure.Will
she swim
out.
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