It’s June, the time of light, lavender and lyrics…
Lavender Time
Scents of lime blossom waft down,
as if from childhood,
And at our feet sleep little
blue flowers of Lavender.
June sun is hot and high
until Late evening
the crickets chirp.
Some are in bloom, some things bear
fruit of future:
For it is summer, the land of
everlasting childhood.
My heavens! What memory is
and what present – are mixed up.
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