Lavender in the field

Glanced the sore heart through the field amid tranquil lores;
Bleak but windy murmurs left answers untold:
Countless moments deceive the distance within the eyes –
Intimacy in disparity drifts away no pride.
White feathers clasped unspoken – fettered to the soul,
Gusty storm beneath the feet deepened, rumbled cold.
Purer still lavenders abound the sullen ground,
Beheld vacant spaces on canvas in time’s abode.
Halts prime to wonder the eyeline if meets the shore:
Awed the beaming face; was oblivious, now lost.


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