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METAMORPHOSISSad little ragamuffin girl, in faded home made dress. Shoes with soles worn through, lined with cardboard and distress. Always shunned as different, with mockery and hurtful derision. She tried to be invisible and yet, longed for love and recognition. Secreted away within her heart, a spark of hope dimly burned, that time would bring something better, for that time her soul yearned. As years passed and she endured, through inner strength and tenacity, She envisioned greater things, suspecting her latent capacity. A beautiful butterfly emerged, from a chrysalis of pain and sorrow. She came unto the world an enigma, and lived the long ago dreams of tomorrow. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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