Lilies in the pond
smiled as she passed
her brow moist
with the sweat bead
She walks like a night
in a star studded sky,
Her foot light, her eyes wild
and yet so coy.
Where the angels murmur
the church bells ring
The ode for her beauty
the birds sing
I saw her walking near the horizon
where the Sun hid from the sight
Far away, yet so close
And she walked like a night.
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