The smell of lilacs ebbs and flows
Over my senses
Taking me back in time
When life was slow
And in pastures green
Children laughing, playing
Running past the stream.
Sweet scented lilacs are my time machine.
~ Patrice
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Oh Patrice, I am with you -loving the sweet smell of Lilacs!
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Yes, and mock orange blossoms! Awww, the sweet scent just takes me back.
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OMG so funny you said that, as I was going to comment on that’s what I am smelling right now with a glorious bush!
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Me too!! Think I gotta write about that:D
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