
Beneath the shade of Bunyan tree
Away from the blazing hot summer sun
The lily floating unconcernedly in the pond
Invites me to reflect on the paradox of life
Pure and exquisite it thrives in murky waters
Sometimes even in the swamps of mud and slime
Yet it remains pure, untouched by the muck around it
Can we too remain pure, surrounded by the grime of immortality?
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Written for;Tuesday writing prompt, use the words summer, lily, and pond in a piece of writing
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