Lavender Dream

I wonder how it feels like to be a lavender,
just for fun.

Born and grew purplish from Cape Verde spring.
I would sway around in constant motion with the wind and laughter,
showing you shades of hidden sincere beauty.
With the new greenish budded leaves 
as it caresses the row of your hands; gently, softly.
And as you walk by with that wet stress spread all over your face,
I should slyly blooms and sing a song of exuberant tranquil fragrance 
for you.

Probably, you would notice the texture, 
the colour of sensual archipelago sea,

and the serene scent of the flower.

But would you guess that it was me?

- Verrel Argo Baldi to Yuvira Yusra, July 18th 2016.