She visits at night

 

She visits at night

before the moon does rise.

She visits the lilies

she is secret – she hides

her identity to one and  all

Only lily knows her secret call.

She comes to tell of a long ago past

When she herself flowered

And cast

Her perfume far and wide

On the wings of an angel.

When she was a bride…

She comes to tell of a long ago past…

© randomrose

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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