It is not sands of the beach

dust of the desert

it is not drops of the rain

flakes of the snow

it is not waters of the stream

cool air of the valley

It is not shadow of the moon

rays of the sun

It is not trees of the forest

lilies of the pond,

The lines of a woman's face

the lines of a man's hand

I crave.

the tapping of a man

the creasing of a woman

I crave.

the eyes of a man

smiles of a woman

and

..

heart of a water Lilly

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