In fields of grace, a fragile Lily stands,
Her petals whisper secrets, soft and grand.
A beacon of purity, white as the snow,
Her delicate beauty, a heart's sweet echo.
Amidst life's tempest, she stands tall and true,
Her fragrance of hope, a balm that imbues.
Through darkest nights, her light begins to bloom,
A symbol of resilience, chasing gloom.
Oh Lily, your presence, a soothing embrace,
Transcending sorrow, with your gentle grace.
In every tear I shed, your essence prevails,
A reminder of strength that never fails.
Embracing life's journey, through joy or strife,
Lily, you embody the beauty of life.
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