I have heard it told <br />that from the wrecks of time <br />and life's garbage heap <br />the lily sprouts <br /> <br />like love surviving storms <br />strangled by doom-filled prophecies <br />and maimed by poisons of malevolence <br />its survival is shocking <br /> <br />I have seen love <br />cursed by sleazy scripts penned by poison pens <br />but watered by strained struggling drops <br />of faith and hope <br />every gossipy wind burrowing through the slime <br />and grime of nothingness <br />misses the road only to return with a soothing secret melody <br />of inspiration <br /> <br />love like lilies hold pedals of <br />hope where life is lost in clouds of darkness<br /><br />Padmore Enyonam Agbemabiese<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/life-s-lilies/
