I will sew for you miles of lavender,
quietly stitching flower to flower.
Laying out peace in the meadow,
pedal by pedal and
shaking up the aroma
of trust.
I will quilt as long as the day is full of sun,
as the honey tree is full of bees,
as the night is full of mothers
singing their children to sleep.
I will sew for you miles of lavender flowers,
flower to flower to flower.
I will sew for you miles of lavender…

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