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Lily of the Valleys

Delight is ever wandering within,
Constantly tracing, forever pacing,
The paths of sorrow amid crowded woods.
If I were lost, or within whim immersed
Delight I would entrust with my salvage.

With poise in mind, as though a traveler
In merriment, with phantom step I went.
Until green pastures slowly disappeared
Then I in memory recall a sound;
A mountain groaned, the valleys echoed
And all with blossom grew impatiently

With humble gaze though on a jewel fixed
I stood, and all in colour bloomed graceful.
The rose, however cited she may be,
In deep red accent, would her praise be known.
Without her gown of thorns, at liberty,
Her strides unfettered from those in critique,
May she in such a bower populate.

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Barrie

i really liked that poem and i could just imagine it.

It was an excellent poem, very visual. Keep writing!

Hi and welcome
Yes I like this poem clear imagery a good start to this forum.
Thank you for sharing.
Karen

Thanks very much for all the interest in this piece.

I also enjoyed this.

I greatly enjoyed reading your poem. Keep writing!

really good really enjoyed reading it

Like of old this one. A new reincarnation is born but where are u now?

Nice read, very visual and some fantasic lines.

BinB.