LILAC

nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson)

A great man said goodbye
On a day that bore sunshine
With the scent of pink lilac
Whispering dreams
To a heart which pines
For one lost in his destiny.

Attacking with words
To shatter the silence
Jesting at consequence
Time deemed a failure
In pursuit of betrayal
One lost in his destiny.



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