The Lilac Tree – by Anjin (Feb 13, 1939)

There is still perfume where the lilies were

In the blade, in the blade

There is still some scent that did not fade

There is still a breeze where the great wind blew

In the sky, in the sky

There is still a breath that did not die

There is still sunlight underneath the lilac tree

Bright and clear, so bright and clear

Autumn is near.

There is still a her grave beneath the lilac tree

And with me, haunting me

There is still some trace of her lovely face

About Anna

Anna is a creative fiction writer, who is starting to reach out to the public through blogging and creating websites. She was adopted from China as a baby by an American mother along with her three other siblings, one of who died January 14, 2015. Up until the creation of this blog, she has mostly worked privately, not sharing her writing much. Now, however, she is looking forwards to one day being a published author. She has four (4) books written for her fantasy series and has recently started a new novel entitled "At Death's Door". All these novels are works in progress.
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