As the wind unfolds the Lilies,
Flower-Love of purity,
As they sway backwards and forward,
A recurring melody,
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a beautiful poem, Sandra. I love the concluding touch of sadness.
'So my heart follows the Rhythm, Of my old time memories, And I think of you so softly, And I want to touche your face, And the dreams that are within me Feel your white-loving embrace' Feelings of love, feelings of purity! 'Yet reality is different, Far from me you'll always be, As I gather wilted Lilies, By the frigid-windy Sea.' Love's fulfillment is in togetherness or in separation is an age old puzzle.