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The sweet scent of lavender wafted on the evening air,
The breeze was warm and gentle, removing daily care
With a kind kiss of healing coming from heaven above,
It was made perfect by the sound of the turtle dove.
The radiant sun was reluctant to leave the western sky
And she painted a wonderful picture before she did die,
A masterpiece that no human painter could ever acquire,
It appeared that each pink and gold was consumed by fire.
I sat in the fragrance, being kissed by a breeze so kind,
Watching the sun set just perfect, that is so hard to find
Ever again, such peace and tranquillity on this earth,
I felt that I had been blest with a gift of the greatest worth.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson 27 July 2005