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 golden shower, and
Released, you can chase the wind, for by then
Cynics: it's June again
Apr 24, 2016
Apr 24, 2016 at 8:01 PM UTC
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 golden shower, and
Released, you can chase the wind, for by then
Cynics: it's June again
