The veined, round leaves spread over their thick stems,
Hollow and buoyant, white and pale pink gems,
These buds and flowers opening, a daughter
And mother to an invisible nymph
That skims the water with her dainty feet
The minute she emerges, wondrous heat
From opening damp flowers, white as lymph,
Pink as early dawn. Opening between
The lily women nodes create desire
For cool pool forms that shimmer like they're fire
Across engulfing waters where men wean.
These nymphs will merge in hope to purge each urge
To see the beauty of their pond emerge.
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