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As The Lilacs Die.....







You came to me upon the breeze
Bringing your love, one day, in Spring
As blue birds danced upon the air
Lilacs bloomed, like hearts to share

A lovely scent, a sweet perfume
Intoxicating young souls to swoon
We danced beneath soft purple hues
Following fate, her intended cues

Such moments, could they last forever
As we bloomed, as well, together
Free to love, drift on the breeze
Finding our sun, as did these trees

Yet spring, it is a fleeting grace
I whisper now, tears upon my face
For love, my heart, is no longer nigh..
I am left in sorrow...as the lilacs die...

~THE FLOWING PEN~
03-02-08







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As The Lilacs Die.....