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.