Mosi Mustapha Gomina

Lilies Of The South - Poem by Mosi Mustapha Gomina

I sing of the lilies of the South;
that dwell in the wreathed hills' mouth;
and dance to the rhythm of the winds;
heading colonies of whites and greens.

With coloured petals that sway adrift;
sealing with beauty, the sunlight's rift;
their whispers tail the celestial whirr;
and quake the frail fountains of despair.

Their Winged-fragrance spread across the hills;
over the clouds and on eagles' bills;
beneath the rocks that form the Earth's base;
till they magically flame the sky's face.

The lilies retain the bliss of yore;
from tales of knighthood and whispering shores;
alive within them are scrolls of old;
upon which are the stories untold.

I sing of the lilies of the South;
of living rubies that hang about;
for in the meadows that shelter them;
dwells Mother Nature; in mortal realm.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, August 26, 2012

Poem Edited: Sunday, September 9, 2012

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