They who hate lilies
Of all love to idolized
And happiness to immortalized.
Perhaps it is I alone who hate lilies
Even if its a beauty to behold,
I disdain this treasure I was told to hold,
For deciding my fate before my life unfolds.
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Poetry Is Not Found In Misery
PoetryStatus:OnHold To resume on June People don't only pick up their pen when they are sad, They also write when they are happy, Or sometimes they just accept the good and bad. Knowing it's futile to escape reality. Poetry Is Not Found In Misery, A Filip...
