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Swan1 min read

All those things I said…
All those years ago…

Forgive me.

I was young and afraid.
And said many things
which I did not truly mean

to say…

I realise now
that my words cut confusion into you
and how utterly afraid I was to say such things.

But now I see the world in a different way
and I see myself anew.

Instead of a reed looking back at me
from the depths of the pond

I now see a blossom, an inevitable flowering
and I realise…

What a flight it is
from duckling to swan.

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