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I caught a whiff of lilacs in the air

It made me feel so strange inside.

A march of revolution, debonair.

The coming of a long-awaited tide.

It made me slightly reminiscent

Of childhood – green years, if you like.

Me, being happy for no reason.

Me, sprinting downhill on a bike.

It brought along the sounds of thunder,

The song of spring, so wild and free,

A mix of pluck and childlike wonder

The adult me could never be.

I can recall a static feeling

That set my heart, my soul aflame;

Made every day a new beginning,

And any trifle worth of fame.

When lies were treated as a vile crime,

And victories still had a thrilling taste.

How hard you fell in love the first time,

And then again with stubborn haste.

It all seems distant like a dream does,

But never have I felt quite so alive,

The way my heart burned with the stardust

When lilacs blossomed on my parents’ drive.