ssy, very well written. Almost a be pleased, but I wonder if here
into the little hells of the world,
over permafrost and desert.
In Grasse the purple acres raise
a scent so thick, you wouldn't be surprised
if it knocked larks out of the sky.
The oil is pressed and collected,
concentrated yet so gentle
it can be applied neat to the skin.
When he leaves she says, Take care.
She dabs her pillow with lavender
each night. They say it aids sleep.
The Grasse six lines comes to late and desert should be closer to sleep.
Thanks much.
Gary
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sí, balas no!
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