Lilac

                          
                            

In a cluster of purple hues,
With the intoxicating fragrance of petals, 
She closed her eyes as she reflects on the memory of her first love,
The lovely rose which won her heart,
The tears she shed under the blue sky,
The golden rays that shone on her heart,
The purity and innocence she beholds,
The celibacy she cherished has now been a curse,
Purple, the only color that hems in, her love is color blind.


But Little did she know that petals blossom and wither accordingly,
Lilac, created with equal intensity of red and blue,
A mixture of compassion and tranquility,
With the falling petal that caresses her, the magic of lilac begins,
The bud of hope begins to blush,
The dusk was turning into dawn,
The scars on her heart healed,
And her long waited curse now uplifted,
Lilac, the emblem of confidence,
Lilac, the serenity,
Lilac, the resemblance of her beauty, her essence, 
The story of her transformation,
The song of her survival,
The enigma of Lilac.








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