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Lilac.
The tearing rain caresses your perfume
loves the ephemeral
imbalance of droplets thirsty for sap.
At each petal she discovers your beautiful
symphony of refracted units.
The tiny flowers, blueened by the light, move
forward like a joyful
procession dancing like a waltz of love.
Forsythias and peonies crown this moment
and court the allegory.
Under the sublime tent of nature
a perfumed veil blooms our chimera.
Sybille Rembard.
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