Memories of Spring
After the lilacs have gone by,
before golden flowers bloom
we will walk through meadows
soft and blue
and feast on bread with honey
stolen from autumn bees
still drunk in love with sunflowers.
After the lilacs have gone by,
before red poppies dance,
as we wake in meadows
soft with dew
you will kiss my honeyed lips
and we will walk through springs
still drunk in love with bluebells.
After the lilacs have gone by,
before brown leaves of autumn
as we remember meadows
green and new
sweet dreams will flow like honey
from a sunflower child
with eyes the shade of bluebells
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