Walking my impromptu on grass floor

Melancholic, pensive, open to the unknown

Admiring the ingenuous blue lavender on a light brown

Immense fields stretching towards the sun

Long stems waving like young girls having fun

Who, carefree, between Heaven and Earth twist and dance

Carried away by their dreams, their heads in a soft balance

This soft and warm mistral wind, encouraged by the sun

Came to cool their pure and ruddy complexion, carried by the run

Blonde hives shone naked under the sky in an enchanting valley

Giving birth in their womb sweet brood and marvelous honey

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