Lilacs
I am tired
I sit my weary bones down
on an old rocker
and listen to grandad play guitar
his music magic to my ears
wanting to send me into a slumber,
but yet I am fascinated
by the winds cajole to the lilacs
with a sigh my eyes become misty
I fall asleep
with lilacs etching
they're swaying bodies in my mind
as they dance to grandad's song
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