lavender
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To the night terrors
To the things that speak without voices
To that which I am protected from only by waking confusion,
I know your faces, but not your names
We are all going nowhere from nowhere
Snow outlined the branches of the trees that shattered the sky
Fragmented clouds
January come and gone
Lavender is the bliss in your musical
movements,
captured by so few.
Distinct you stand confined in a
chaotic world,
relief like no one knew.
Lavender is your touch of delicacy,
Come hither my cats,
let me sing you
a lullaby.
Sleep in my arms,
lay in the bed of
lavender.
Listen to the song
of sleep, and let
it linger in your ears.
The night has come
To a Lavender named Lucy
Oh my pretty, fresh, young yet lovely and precious
Lavender
I have no creativity as thee
To write in papers of colour
