The Lilac
The Lilac
The Lilac softly blowing in the summer wind spills a delicious taste and smell of summer and winter mixed as the snow falls on the ground everything turns white.
But The Lilac is what shows, Purple and visible in this white wonderland.
Sometimes pink sometimes blue and sometimes white when you see The Lilac blowing in the wind remember that day where it stood still.
Remember that day where it stood alone.
Remember the day it was called The Lilac.
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