I love when it’s July, and lavender blooms,
And ringlets in meadows are seen
I love every minute when I’m free from you
In my thoughts and then in my dreams
I love when it’s nighttime, so I can get lost —
In actual meaning get free,
And I push myself to let go all the ghosts,
Escaping from dark reveries.
I love when it’s never too late to move on,
Make my way to the briar from roses.
Life changes, like alters a tone of a song,
And I’ll be the one who composes.
I love when its July, and lavender blooms
© Copyright: Анастасия Малер, 2022
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