The smell of lilacs ebbs and flows
Over my senses
Taking me back in time
When life was slow
And in pastures green
Children laughing, playing
Running past the stream.
Sweet scented lilacs are my time machine.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
Tremendous so it seems walking thru the maze
Pass what beams life back to me
From an unearthly realm on a heavenly stream.
Touch the golden glow
Bask in that fantasy stream
Mellow is the fellow born to feel all that
That doesn’t seem.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
The smell of lilacs ebbs and flows
Over my senses
Taking me back in time
When life was slow
And in pastures green
Children laughing, playing
Running past the stream.
Sweet scented lilacs are my time machine.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
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