Monday, July 4, 2005
A Lily in My Garden
There grows a white Lily in my garden I do not know how it came to be there but it is a wonder to behold Placed by fate among the thorns and brilliant color of my roses Her face is fair and white as china her stem, strong and smooth-- no thorns to scratch or prick me-- She stands alone Not drooping like the daffodils or weakened like the tender violets but firm in her foundation, her face looking ever towards the heavens. Her leaves are thick and green like shields against the storm, perfect...
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