Lilac, flower of the spring
Your smell is sweet and pure
Your colour, happiness will bring
As you become mature.

Violet! Your name is shout,
Of those whom beauty see
Lovers, they will break from you
As they have done to me.

Your smell is poisons for some,
But calming for another
And as a beautiful white swan,
You have described your mother.

Your beauty, lives for a short time
You then will die with sorrow
And by the time you'll say good bye...
It is already,  tomorrow...

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