Lily

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"Lily"

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"Lily"

rushes

the buzzing of the flies

the sound of water

flowing past my oar.

mist

clouds my vision

allowing me to see

only ghosts.

sunlight

streams carefully in

picking its way

thoughtfully through the mist.

sounds

a sorrowed loon

calling eternity

with its song.

marshland

the sigh of reeds

whispering

across my canoe.

beauty

in the lily

that grows

in silence.

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