Pink Lilacs
Dried limbs don’t sing of spring–
unexpected cease,
the dark time of the Nature,
no alive one wants that.
Reminisce of yesteryears.
the big yellow butterfly’s caterpillars,
the pleasing aromas and bumble bees,
the foes and friends.
Then now, the surprise
at the foot,
the new saplings nudge and
wave to the sun.
How long will they take, to bloom again?
no one knows.
©Byung A. Fallgren
Byung A. Fallgren 
A fine message
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Just looking at them brings back memories of that heavenly scent.
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Many thanks, Jane.
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Thank you so much, Derrick.
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