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A Magi of the Canary traveled to Verde
On a quest for milk of the violet mint;
A precious gem native to the Old World.
It is said to be the alchemist's holy grail,
An herb with mystical healing properties
Of the brain and the deprived senses.
The Magi traveled over briny seas
Over temperate mountains,
And through many lands unknown.
He couldn't find this milky whey
No matter which direction he swayed
Until he collapsed upon a bed of flowery.
Nearly asleep a smell enlightened his sight
Opening his mind with a steady calm,
As a shade of blue fell upon his mire.
“Lavandula, my precious desire
I've found you at last.”
This poem was written as a response to Hannah's challenge, Nature's Wonder, over at the Imaginary Garden With Real Toads. Lavender seems like the type of flower that gives off loving pheromones that make one desirable, kind of like a perfume.