Thoughts that meander on lilly's lips
Set a sail on streams , rivers and lakes
Streams that sleep
Rivers that whisper
Lakes that taste What ever is given
Watching lovely thoughts sail to the horizon
Like a perfect dream
Or a careless lash
Wished upon by stars
Watching ... Streams that snake so far
Rivers with no end
Lakes inviting for a bath ...
Watching ...
Now streams .. Stream through my thoughts like a calm gentle light to the dark
And often lilly's lips shatter when whipped
And renewed in rivers ... That dance
Lakes that creep within those thirsty wooden folds
The heart , it polishes and restores
When lilly's stalk is tied with the olive branch, wreaths of Unspoken word and cupped by hands of time past
They shall be set a sail
Forever silenced .. By rivers , streams and lakes .....
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