Amongst blooms of gold
And white lilies on a lake
There ebbed a little white row boat laced in red
And like my heart
Its strong paddles thrummed
Through waters deep and dark with mud
This little boat I must confess
White with purity and passion red
Little noticed the days and nights passing
But counted life on the flowers opening
It did not notice the darkening stain
Slowly taint its pure white paint
Until the day the rain poured through
Flooding out the grimy goo
When the water finally passed
A dazzling blue shimmered from the lakes heart
The little boat suddenly new
The depth at which the lilies grew
And what seemed dark and dead below
Really contained a world at constant flow
How much of its world the little boat didn't see
And as for my heart;
How much is also hidden from me?
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