Sunday, March 29, 2009

(untitled)

Swan,
they say.
A compliment?
I will remember the
ugly years
Carry it with me like a
birthmark
But glide with grace
and they will never
know.
I smile serenely,
Not a feather out of place.
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2 comments:

tinaf said...

You were always a lovely duckling. Before that, you were a good egg.

April 8, 2009 at 11:22 AM
cyn said...

Quack quack! I heart you.

September 28, 2009 at 8:34 PM

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