Lavender flowers float-
Across a gray sky
A hidden sun
Lavender flower
Touching me
Lavender flower?
Who are you?
Their surrounding me
Gracing my nose
Paving my path
And I crush them
My bare feet wet
With the pinks
Hues of purple
Lavender blood
Of flowers who chose me
Suppose they regret this
Perhaps they were meant to die for me
Or that I am to learn from their death
A painfully beautiful smearing of
Grace and Lavender
By: Jawanza James Williams