White Lilies
Throw white lilies on the grave
Watch the shadows on the stone
Feel the tear upon my cheek
In the crowd I cry alone
All the days lived together
Things I should have said
Love taken as my right
Now that love lies dead
If the pages could be turned
And the story begun anew
I'd tell him of my heart
And the white lilies that I grew........
Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2010
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