Lilies

dilemmas in the delusional Lilies,
a hesitation, whether or not,
do they've to fall after the honey drops dry
or before this night fall,  or before this winter's cry.

warm touch by the summer wind,
an impossible dream to catch,
before it perish, all these decayed dreams,
in the sorrow of forgetful snow.

they'll create an empathy to carve love,
out of each human heart
with thier everlasting toxic fragrance,
before they feel the last coldness of night.

after the fall of the broken Lilies,
where you find your heart?