Lilacs have bloomed — so gently, without end,
As if spring sighed softly through the trees.
In their fragrant, trembling cascade
Are woven memories, dreams, and life with ease.

You touch a branch — your heart skips a beat,
Such a familiar, tender trace.
Lilacs don’t just bloom — they gently ask:
"Do you still feel spring within your space?"

Their violet breath, so sweet and light,
Leads to memories where we used to be…
And I inhale — like it’s my very first breath,
Falling in love with May, with the world, with me. 💜