by Darwina Natasha
Once she stood in the spotlight's gaze, An
epitome of beauty, lights up everyone’s face. All
eyes turned, admiration in their eyes, For the
girl who seemed to effortlessly shine.
Time's silent whispers, a gradual shift, Her
once-unique allure, now commonplace, A
once rare gem in the crowd's embrace, Now
a reflection in the commonplace.
In the shadows, someone’s trying to breakthrough,
A late bloomer, whose story unfolds.
Lingered in the background, unseen,
A diamond in waiting, yet to gleam.
In the garden of time, she found her bloom,
The late bloomer, once hidden, now visible.
The crowd, enchanted by the newfound grace,
Leaves the old girl in a shadowed space.
Insecurity, a storm within her soul,
The shift in life, taking its toll.
For she, who had everything, now felt bare,
Longing for the adoration, the world did share.
A lesson learned in the dance of fate,
That beauty and brilliance, though innate,
Can wane with time, as seasons turn,
And a late bloomer's fire can brightly burn.
For uniqueness, found in a second chance, Can
ignite the embers of life's romance. In the end,
it's not about the spotlight's glare, But the
persistence to bloom, to shine, to share.
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