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Lyric Poem · Hope

What the Lily Knows

by The QuillOak Editors

The lily spent the winter

as a brown and folded thing,

asking nothing, promising less,

asleep beneath the spring.

And then, on no one's schedule,

it opened, white and whole —

the oldest news still breaking new:

what looks like loss is not the whole.

Original poem © QuillOak — free for personal use.

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