When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom’d
by Walt Whitman
“When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom’d,
And the great star early droop’d in the western sky in the night,
I mourn’d, and yet shall mourn with ever-returning spring.
Ever-returning spring, trinity sure to me you bring,
Lilac blooming perennial and drooping star in the west,
And thought of him I love.”
snapshotsincursive 
Such a beautiful colour!
With shades of pink, blue and purple against the lush green! ❤
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Nothing can compete with the beauty of Mother Nature. Thank you for visiting me. It’s always a pleasure to hear from you.
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Thank you for the lovely picture, soothes my eyes 🙂
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I feel that way when I look around my yard. I must’ve taken dozens of photos over the weekend!
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I would love to see them all! 😀
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So breathtaking. I love purple, so these are some of my favorite.
Flowers-beauty for the eyes.
Poetry-beauty for the mind.
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I seem to be drawn to purple in Nature. There’s something about the green showcasing it. In terms of gems, I think: amethyst and peridot. Thank you for noticing.
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Pretty!
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Thank you. God’s workmanship. 🙂
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They’re looking beautiful – well done!
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Thank you so much! I wish the blossoms lasted longer.
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Beautiful blooms! I am fond of hydrangeas and the lilacs look somewhat similar.
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Kindred spirits. 🌷
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I love lilacs, my favourite flowers! They smell so amazing and the combination of the purple ones and the white ones is beautiful. 🙂
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I agree. Their delicate beauty and delightful fragrance is the essence of Spring! Thank you for stopping by. Blessings!
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Hi Snapshotsincursive. Very Nice. Thank you for liking poem Governments. Be Safe. The Foureyed Poet.
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