❤️ The Lily And The Murky Pond

Lilies grow in mud, their petals kissed by tears. Their beauty thrives despite the pain, a fragile dance of hope amidst heartache's rain; original poem by L. Yel. Kor.

In a world of conformity, under a shadowy shroud,
Lily wandered aimlessly, amidst the faceless crowd,
Seeking validation, in whispers barely loud,
Her essence lost, in the mundane, endowed.

A driftwood in the sea, adrift in monotony,
Disconnected from her core, yearning for autonomy,
In the mirror of society, reflecting disharmony,
Lily, lost in the ma…