when the lavender blooms

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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
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
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

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