Ugly duckling
Time ticks away.
Moments wasted.
Ugly duckling walked on thin lines,
between acceptance and rejection,
Oblivion.
Pearly water beads rippled the pond,
mirroring his own reflection,
reflecting his solitude,
as the swans flew away.
Hope you guys would like this poem. A recent one, one that has composed out of hatred, disparity and hope.
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