(1978-present / Ambon)

White Lilies

There are white lilies blooming along my path

In the end of one blue season

Enchanted me with its beauty

Is it created for me?

Next in another croak

Comes a dry and fall season

Flower wither and leaves fall down

I bound up in sadness

In a silence wanna run away

To the jungle peace and nature’s rhyme

In the rock of the season

Rooted depth to be coming up next

Now I begin felt the sprinkling rain

Then white lilies commence to bloom

Remember me on that old hope

Lilies came, lilies gone, but sure will come again

by George Sicillia

Comments (2)

Thanks William. Your comment is appreciated. Wish you have a blossom one today. Ge'
Very nice. I love the last line.