when the lavender blooms

my soul roams into a realm

where the lavender blooms;

it craves to devour its odor

for it could inhibit a thought

skilled at inducing longing

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and as my thought migrates

in the province that buzzes

with velvet purple whispers,

i'm serenaded by the breeze

of times, lost in hypotheses

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and here and there, untamed,

my sentiments romp joyfully

into the soul of my sensation

sealed with the kiss's scepter

of an illustrator, i never met