Lilacs by Ann Wood
The night was not a lilac-blue,but again the lilac shines ..
He grew up in someone's garden
in my room today it smells ...
Classically gentle-
so glad my senses ..
The branch is green and quite wiry-
flowers begin to bloom!
Poetry by Ann Wood
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Written on 2020-04-19 at 12:22
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