gentle hope juts out -- softly --
like the sweet stalks of lilies that grow along the mountain edge,
who dip slowly to the breeze, succumbing with grace --
like drops of water (plink! plink!) eroding granite’s surface
like the sweet stalks of lilies that grow along the mountain edge,
who dip slowly to the breeze, succumbing with grace --
like drops of water (plink! plink!) eroding granite’s surface
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