There are white lilies blooming along my path

In the end of one blue season

Enchanted me with its beauty

Is it created for me?



Next in another croak

Comes a dry and fall season

Flower wither and leaves fall down

I bound up in sadness



In a silence wanna run away

To the jungle peace and nature’s rhyme

In the rock of the season

Rooted depth to be coming up next



Now I begin felt the sprinkling rain

Then white lilies commence to bloom

Remember me on that old hope

Lilies came, lilies gone, but sure will come again

George Sicillia

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