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Lavender

 Like some old and woody shrub
just spears that stand towards the sun
 it's stand is just a clump

But just like me I hear it hum
it has a life, insects succumbed
in haste before its necar gone

I drop my hand to touch its bud
that tendril, between, finger and thumb
its essence without stain it comes

To nostrils, wends a fine fragrance
like poetry it fills my head, perchance
and waves infused in that balance

I take its bounty like the bee
that hidden beauty not plebeian
 those accents, are fruit for me

 It's blue flower and autumn seed
in pomander, live and breath
like my words; that I bequeath

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