Where Lilacs GrowA Poem by emipoemiBeyond the furthest mountain peak, Where rivers gently flow; Where balmy breezes stir the air, And hallowed bliss is ev’rywhere- There lies the place the heartsick seek To end their woe. The splendour drives away despair, And makes assertive of the meek. More teachings than
through sages flow In the land where lilacs grow. No winters e’er discharge their chill, No clouds e’er cross the sky. No perils lurk to stain with dread The land to which the dying head In want to have one final thrill Before they die. Beneath the lilacs lie the dead- A promise that, should times grow ill, In death we’ll meet, in death we’ll go To the land where lilacs grow. -EDP © 2017 emipoemiReviews
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