Through an open window
Gentle whispers of a morning
Caress my face with gossamer trails
Punctuated with birdsong
White lilac blooms dance to the tune
Of a tiny seedling once gifted by friends
nurtured and loved to voluptuous form
Now proudly presents her beauty to all.
And so, her gentle perfume
Carried on the breeze, just a hint
To awaken the sense as it passes
Through an open window.
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