Night Lilies
I guess this is where the night lilies grow,
With tangled roots in the stars
And petals falling softly
Like raindrops through dreams,
And the gentle touch
Of their shades of yellow
Turning faintly purple in the dark,
A cool shade
Under the moon.
This is where they grow.
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