The Water Lily
She rises from the murky
Depths of the pond;
Unsullied and undiscouraged.
The frog hops on her bosom.
The fish steals a kiss from her cheek.
The rain throws droplets on her
The withered leaves fall on her.
Her quietude is so strong
The pond sits in silence.
-maria corado
8.21.16
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