by Seymour Nightweaver

Created on: August 01, 2009   Last Updated: April 05, 2012

THE PAPER LILY

Four paper petals
colour white as snow;
The lily lies alone
on the writing table, hearing the wind blow.

Plainly folded
neither silver nor gold;
The lily lies alone
before my open book, with stories untold.

Meaningless to many
but never, to me;
The lily lies alone
a small reminder, of what I want to be.

A flower bearing promise
and friendship lasting forever;
The lily lies alone
patiently in wait, never to wither.

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If I see you again, my promise fulfilled
the paper lily will be my reminder;
The symbol of my waiting - your favorite flower
I will present to you, with bountiful harvest.

Till we meet again.
Until then, I will pray...

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