Pink Lily
Walking in rain .. wet my face, nature's cool embrace
Take refuge now in a construct of man's dry ambiance
Black and bold the price paid .. to hold, in my hand
A heart beating, pulse fleeting, darkness bitter bite
Down at the bottom .. now; I sit having drunk from a cup
Hard at the bottom .. now; all I can do is to look up
I see a face there .. hot black spilling down my neck
Living through life so long with pains of no regret
A flower plucked in beauty smiling watch wither
the soft petal unfolding .. falling .. down.
Grace at the bottom .. now; a flower's time fades
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