Lavender

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Its heady scent carried by the mistral

Perfuming the air near and far without ask

As provence blooms in arid midsummer

Drinking the sun, basking in prayer

One day pruned for new shoots

For nothing stays forever, such is life

So rejoice our place in the moment

When it’s time to take our leave

Go where the wind blows.

Noelle L, 18.07.2020