Online journal capturing the moment and the memory of moments. A meadow meditation. |
| Lily Lily lies in Lila's parlor dead as flies in yonder corner where she once hid in her fear now she knows no pain, my dear My dearest Lily flower of spring gone before the heat of summer. gone before the blush of youth was tarnished gone before she withered. © Kåre Enga 2024 (29.august.2024) 10 lines |