The grayness of the stormclouds,
had once stained the distinct feathers.
And when the raindrops slipped slowly down from the sky,
with quiet slippers, tiptoeing,
he lay alone and mourned with them.
Then one sunny morning dawned upon,
the lonesome, unfortunate young one.
He rose his neck, and spread his wings,
and much like ivory petals blooming, embracing the sun,
snow white feathers glinted beauty.
His gaze showered upon those ducks,
with feathers shimmering green and gray,
sliding gracefully upon the water's surface.
So impossible it seemed, that he had been that one,
that outcast duckling, now a swan.
So now he glided across a pond,
lifted himself upon the soft grass carpet,
thinking how good and bad had evened out.
How he had transformed into such a creature,
all so quietly, as if tiptoeing among the rain.
A contest entry
- Children's Fairytale Contest (14 & Under) by UnbreakableSoul.
1450 points, ended November 3, 5 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Children's Fairytale Contest-Round # 2 (5 Invites) by UnbreakableSoul.
900 points, ended November 4, 2 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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This is just so beautifully written, amazing!
Thank you so much for your entry sweetheart and good luck to you!
Geneva -
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Thanks and God Bless, anytime.
Claire
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it is really good, yayayayaa you entered good luck!
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