Some are white, summer grand
When the lavender is in your hand
Fragrant flowers without a smell
We held our lives while nature fell
Where the lilacs fall
I long to see you there
Before everything grows cold
And we lose ourselves in tears
Flutter through the auburn way
Down they settle where children play
The tiny clusters float in ease
Ending up beneath the trees
Where the lilacs fall
I long to see you there
Before everything grows cold
And we lose ourselves in fear
To watch the lilacs fall
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Fights Without Fears Within
PoetryA collection of poetry that dives into both the external and internal difficulties of life.
