The Lily layeth beneath the essence of rebirth
Shall she take root in such substance
Where evolution of life and death rots
Coating her strength with pleas to rise above?
As the sun warms her heart
Encouraging to unfold every layer
Of every petal desiring to speak
Her creator mapped the path in her DNA.
Winds kiss her lips fulfilling her breaths
Strengthening her cells her core
Before she wilts without faith
Before her conscious convinces selflessness to an evening closure.
Glistening pastels powder her velvet cheeks
Never denying the vast descents of bumble bees
Beseeching thy Lily to Love
No need thy sacred soul
She is love.
Comments
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Humm.. as strong poetry and a wonderful and amazing...impression you gave of the soul you have once again..love the strength you have with in you..well said....
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this is soft and beautiful...with a very delicate voice
we have the same name
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Well done.I enjoyed this. It shows a great depth of emotion.
Mike
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Where a tiger rages between fluff and steel
a soft simple lily blooms
with no elelphant thorns
waiting for the kiss of blood. The lily is naked in no artfull defense. Beauty
is the only stroke. -c
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