Lavender

Poetry Challenge VI

You cleaved them from the stem

and tied them at the end

with my velvet red ribbon.

You formed a bow

then hung them above my throw.

So, before I sleep

I find words of yours

I wish to keep

but, before I am taken

I realize I am vacant.

With your gift, I am left awake.

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