The Philosophy OF water Lilies

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When I die 
I want to go out
Like a withered 
Water lily in the sun
Roots plunged deep 
In murky 
Swampy waters
Leaves
Two huge
Lifesavers
Petals raised high
Edges brown and
Frayed 
A quiet and celebrated beauty 
Watching the trail 

When I die
I don't want it to be
Like a flare
Shot brilliantly into the sky 
Or A flame 
Feared 
And Mounted by high

And when the time comes
POOF!
Blow out like a candle 

I rather be a water lily

The End

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