Lilac Serenade
Flowing down, softly so
wind sighing to and fro
on the whispered breeze
underneath fallen leaves
heaven sent
earthly lent
meadows between the stars
creeks strolling into afar
i hear bluejays sing
of lovers dying in summer spring
i wonder if the beauty is false
during this wintry waltz
from poetry to lyrics
this tomorrow is in spirit
lilac blush
lilac kiss
lilacs on the moor
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