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Black Lilacs blooming - a blossoming of grief - dark fallen pollen on the breeze - I can see it falling all around me - there on the wall for us to see - April will be the cruelest of them all.
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Apr 1, 2020
Apr 1, 2020 at 6:58 PM UTC
Black Lilacs
Black Lilacs blooming - a blossoming of grief - dark fallen pollen on the breeze - I can see it falling all around me - there on the wall for us to see - April will be the cruelest of them all.
“ April is the cruellest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land... I will show you fear in a handful of dust... ...And other withered stumps of time Were told upon the walls;...” T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land, 1922.
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Apr 1, 2020
Apr 1, 2020 at 6:58 PM UTC
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