The Winter Lily

Foreign peddles peak through
bright lily dawn
nothing but white is blowing around.
Trying so hard to be what you are
golden wings falling down to the ground.

You stand on your own
fighting the wind.
Through clouds up above
the sun starts to sing

Arms stretched to the sky
stand strong and still
as the world slowly lingers
on unwritten lies

Now the years have gone by
the storms come and gone.
In the place of that Lily,
a garden has grown.

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