"Visiting Grandpa"

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I walk down the street,

A hop in my step.

People stop in their tracks

Watching me with tired eyes.

Inside, I shy away,

it doesn’t stop me.

The flowers blossom

My hair falls down by back.

I stop in front of a patch

Flowers that close when brushed

Pierces with its thorns if its touched.

I pick up a stick under a tree

The flower closes.

The sun shines brighter

It reflects your name

carved in stone.

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