yes
i do recall that night
that lilacs began to whisper about
passion that simmered within our eyes
i was able to hear them
once the music around us
grew as soft as your auburn curls
that greeted my cheek as we embraced
clearly now
i can translate their words
and find that they spoke
of your heart
and how it was trapped in a solemn place
with no map as a guide
maybe the lilacs will speak again
if we were ever again side by side.
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