"Purple
Lilacs"
Purple lilacs clothe a brown fence
Always to the left of the entrance
And to the right of the way out
Holding me
While I search
While I hide
Safe inside me
While I jump over the gap
Of darkness
That lay beneath each day
A wreath around a helmet of noise
Filtering out the truths that make life life
Instead of a mystery
Moments shattered
Words broke
Blood drew
Sound stopped
Like a pin
Their roots
Dropped Right into
The middle
Of me
Purple lilacs dew
Pooling in my hands
Washing away the rows
Meant for daisies.
Claire Love
clarelove@gmail.com
www.clareloveandthesweethearts.com
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