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Líli of Lesbos

In a forgotten garden in the Mediterranean

stood the lone marble statue of Líli of Lesbos

Her glazed stone eyes reflect the coldness of a man's soul

as birds ruffle themselves in the pool of water at her feet

The Muse of Greek beauty, her marble face hides deceptions well

and ponders Life as it should be outside her Lesbian world.

Her head, crowned with Victory's laurels, bows in calm shame.

She once had many friends, but I am now her lone visitor

A true levantine, she spent too much of her life caught between

Athens' beauty and Jerusalem's difficult truth

Flying to this on the back of an archangel,

she left her place of frustration for one of cold fading stone