Snow Lilies

The snow gently falls, And blends in with white lilies. Lilies, whose bases are being, Swayed around as if the snow was a stream, A stream made of angels laughter’s. Laugher that enables the Lilies to stay motionless for lover’s hands, Laughter that enables the Lilies to sway and fastens a lover’s heart and, Feet to observe a spectacular feat. Those that truly stay hear the strums, The strums of violins which there shadows play violent and elegantly. And if you listen intimately you can hear the strums of the shadows whisper, Snow Lilies.