From the wrecks of time
and life's garbage heap,
the Lily sprouts; nurtured
by the spittle of life's deceit,
energized, fanned by the fierceness
of the gossipy winds.
Burrowing through the slime and
grime of nothingness.
rot of rejection, doom-filled prophecies
and the poison of malevolence...shocking
the sleazy script penned by poison pens.
Swaying to the soothing secret melody
Watered by the strained struggling drops
the Lily holds the reins of
influence in life's rich perspectives.
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