Rowing my boat on the river to the west,
Gathering wild flowers on the way,
If dear passengers wish to hop in,
Do present a flower as the fare.
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
Lavender
Lavender, I smell you this morning. Sweeter than I thought The air is filled; with you, Absorbed into my mind, Mingling my reality and dream, As I lost and drown, In the sea of purplish-mauve.
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