Poetry, Short Prose and Walking. The Ballad of the Orange Lilies. Five lilies bloomed beside the road. On leaving home, his well-worn load. Of worries went his way. One lily orangish in the light. The breeze began to stir. His mind was darkened by some night. He did not look at her. Two others asked him softly why. He thought he had to go.

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Mundane Musings of a Meandering Mind. The Lunatic In My Head. A gentle breeze brushes past surprised petals,. No yellowish red rays escape these cotton levels,. And iridescent peacocks scream at the forgotten sight. Leaves that let go and the fledglings that soar,. Seem wishing to go along with the waltzing air;. While all the senses ask a bliss moment more,.

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