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
Thanks William. Your comment is appreciated. Wish you have a blossom one today. Ge'
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I cite you dear George: Lilies came, lilies gone, but sure will come again. Of course Lillies will come again, Hope never disappears fully, it will surely come again.5 Stars fullest on Top