Gilded Lily
Morning's golden light showers damp
Misty mare beauty in its breath
River's silent stream flows where it stood
Petals shimmer in earthy embrace
When waves harmonized with calm air
Life's gritty stains are washed away
Sun shines proud on its ground
Tattle spins, lost in its warm reverie
Blinded by the brightest stroke
Even radiance was deemed nothing
Waves came and went as days were spent
Rising up in tranquility, nothing to the eyes
Copyright © M. B. Aster | Year Posted 2025
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