L·E·O: The Secret Forever

The scent of lilacs stings the memories of my youth.

My kisses have always touched only your smooth forehead...

Lilac blossoms fall, drifting down onto the carriage that carries you away to marry.

All I can do is clench my fists and, for the one time I can do so openly, shed tears for you...

An old piece I wrote years ago. I'm putting it here on a whim, partly to remember my very first short story.

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