The Solitary Lily
The solitary lily, who refuses the valley where enamored;
The heart, once alive with same, now stammered
By a mind that imagines another's worst-
Becomes a flower in its own desert, forever cursed.
Uproot yourself from your harsh, parched terrain,
To the land that is e'er rife with amorous rain;
Sikerly, the way to this place must be fresh in your mind,
As you dwelled blissfully in this land, until others opined
Falsely that you were in need of aegis from your own haven.
Your heart fell victim to your muzzied mind, made raven
By the subjugation it allowed to an oligarchic view:
As if your rainbow were not glorious, despite its amative hue-
Which is why you sought this place, due all it posed to thee;
Alas, you chose another place, instead of the one that was supposed to be!
-Maurice Harris,28 August 2012
poem by Maurice Harris
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