





"rising pristine and lovely from its broad sheltering leaves,
the lotus is rooted in the mud and filth of the pond.
lifting itself up into the pure air, later,
In the autumn, battered by the wind.
it sinks back into the water to begin anew the cycle of rebirth and growth."

© Brenda Louie 2008
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www.brenda-louie.net