Longo-Geremia: Poetry

Thursday, November 5, 2009

Poetry

FIELDS OF LAVENDER A Memory Lavender waves Purple and blue Swaying lazily In the wind of a Summer’s day. I walked alone on that country road The one that led to Avignon. The fire of the Mistral Broke the morning chill As it swept over the lavender hill From across the African sea. Alone I walked... Sign in to see full entry.

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