Bright is the lavender
Lightening the estuaries of the mist
And veiled the trees
Through morning's muted ghost
Stilled is the air
Rising with the breathing ground
And loud the rain
Talking among solitudes closening murmur
Stared is the dancing on long grass
Lifted to the sweet sway of the wind
Gentle the light
Blushing the faded saturation of the air
Softly the day
And bright is the lavender
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