The water lilies# LeisureTime - 读书听歌看电影
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The water lilies
It is noon or dusk or maybe season's turning time,
as he watches on,
and spread strokes and colors down on the lake
patiently, like unfolding events in a story book
Everything is held in the hands
of a perpetual breeze,
like a heart that is there to keep a steady beat.
The water lilies, in red and white,
stand there without a sway
as water ripples on
as dreams go blurry in the back.
It is noon or dusk or maybe season's turning time,
as he watches on,
and spread strokes and colors down on the lake
patiently, like unfolding events in a story book
Everything is held in the hands
of a perpetual breeze,
like a heart that is there to keep a steady beat.
The water lilies, in red and white,
stand there without a sway
as water ripples on
as dreams go blurry in the back.