Along the coastline,
A broken-hearted lover,
Blooms with eau de salt.
A flowery scent,
Carried by a hot Spring breeze,
Mingles tears with hope.
In the midland towns,
With opened windows released,
Hidden flowers bloom.
A lonely fool sighs,
Drearily glances outside,
Sniffs, whispers “Lilies.”
The breeze dies, winds cool,
The scent lingers on moonlight,
Recalled in sad dreams.
Discarded Recollections 