Les Rêves Canadiens

To The Grand Father

I love you
I saw you walk the Sunday afternoon
Across the skies
I saw you step to bend to brush
That soft petal with your sighs
I heard you bend your back
To stretch your size
I learned to read your water
To escape the wicked lies
I felt you stop to touch me
Stop
And I realize
I am the beauty
Your eyes

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