Lavender Scent - Poem by David Harris
There are days when we
have our mind's eye set
on things needing to be done,
and then the lavender scent
of other dreams catapults us
into the world of distractions.
Jumping from one thing
and then on to another.
Eventually we end up in a hollow world
never getting anything done.
31 January 2013
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