These lilies are frozen.
These lilies are stone.
But they become brittle and broken.
When the winter wind blows.
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I have to say that I think my repetitive poetry,
Is becoming a cliche' and in some cases annoying.
But I know, and believe so strongly.
That if my words can some how reach you.
They might change you,
They might bless you,
They might show my love for you.
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This is great!
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