Lavender Thoughts

Wind from the hills moves down,
moving across fields of colour.

Waves of the sea move through
the spring blossoming flowers –
moving, swaying, blooming.

A melody plays in the wind,
a song from the many birds.

Whispers of so many scents
dance in a poem on the wind –
melody, music, movement.

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