Thursday, June 2, 2011


Sprouting from the palm of trouble and dirt
Beneath the sun and the rain
Softening the edges of pleasure and hurt
Breathing on laughter and pain
The lilacs are blooming again

Knurled and scraggly, its humble limb
Weathers the century
Stoically enduring the passage of time
For a moment of vernal glee
Bathed in a purple sea

Boldly, flaunting her fragrant gown
Her beauty is lavish and wild
Spilling the froth of her scented crown
To remind you of when you were a child
And the very same lilac tree smiled


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