I had a satin dress I wore
only in the night.
I preened in front of the looking glass,
satisfied with the sight.
I would not wear it in the day,
afraid I would be seen
as someone who's high and mighty
and that would just demean
what that dress meant to me
and how it made me feel.
At night I an the belle of the ball,
a feeling no one can steal.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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