My soul, my soul, my
blood, my soul!
…Fireflies rise before
their demise.
Picking evening flowers,
the scent soothes,
Satiates, and fills
emptiness to whole…
Evening strolls and
lavender at night,
No more fight, just light;
sound and perfume tonight.
As the hours end, unto
dreams I will descend,
To dream of lavender and
transcend and perhaps comprehend,
For tomorrow is a new
day…a new bouquet.
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