Apr 2016
Cynics, it's June again.
The heady scent of lilacs
from distant spring lingers,
Releasing you to the blue skies, that are
Ensnared in the reedy tree fingers,
The shadows all cower
From the light, bright in her eyes,
Carefree days fall as a *******, and
Released, you can chase the wind, for by then
Cynics: it's June again
The heady scent of lilacs
from distant spring lingers,
Releasing you to the blue skies, that are
Ensnared in the reedy tree fingers,
The shadows all cower
From the light, bright in her eyes,
Carefree days fall as a *******, and
Released, you can chase the wind, for by then
Cynics: it's June again
Not sure how well I like the second to last line grammatically... It feels right though haha
