Sixty seeds from Provence
Sixty fragrant souls move to the Ili Valley
The blue patch of the earth is extending
Repairing the emptiness and desolation of the wilderness
A fragrance that clings to the earth and drifts
Enchanting a pair of butterflies and a few bees
Please look at the scene with the eyes of an eagle
As with a dog's nose to find the fragrance
The little sister walks out of the lavender field, the fragrance is overwhelming
The fragrant man from the distillery, suspicious
The blue breath, excited and tranquil
The invisible soul of the fragrance, living in a small bottle
The secrets there manipulate light and shadow
Where the fragrance keeps its mouth shut
The fragrance is spiraling, spiraling upward
towards the boundless blue of the sky!
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Christy R Davis
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