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Lily of the Fields
She is out in the meadow, with the sun in her face There's a warm trace of velvet on white porcelain skin She will steal away breath if the eyes lay to rest on sweet Lily, an ingénue', who lives on the lane I have watched her all day as she sways in the wind without knowing what music, she hears from within She basks in the light, and caress of the breeze then, she bends to the earth, to drink in the scent She'll rise once again, with a tear in her eye and a beautiful grace, soft as clouds in the sky Tall legs like a dancer, she may seem so composed Who knows how she got here so far from her home On her satin stemmed shoes, she will tip-toe, then twirl arching backwards in time, in the white blossomed fields Her voice is a whisper that quivers like spring Spiral curls on her brow are like the swirls on a shell Her honey is wild with a taste that is gold There are bees on her dress, as she stands in the grass She will dance in the sunlight, but is fragile as glass Swaying 'round in wind with adagio's breath, Yes, I've watched her before as the late evening came, when she folded her arms, as a moth folds it's wings ___________________________________________________ 8/28/16 Contest: "And In Words She Blooms" Sponsor : Casarah Nance
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