The Lilly

It sits and floats in the water,
that priceless lilly,
its petals so smooth and soft.

It floats down the cool, calm stream, the water grasping the lilly, taking it down the stream.

The fragrance of the lilly, as the rushing wind fiercly pushes the lilly down the stream, carries its way to me.

That little silent lilly, so calm and elegant, is me. I am the little lilly, and the little lilly is me.





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