A poem I wrote tonight for my wife.
SMALL YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL
Among the white nights of Canada you lay small like a restless cloud, dancing in a vague and tumultuous sky, afraid and delicate like a breeze, fierce and bright like a storm. You are red, a weightless maple leaf trembling and absent, coloring the pathway or resting between the pages of a book, lost among the rhythm of words. You are small like silence, a snowflake, a butterfly in spring, a drop of dew, the flight of an arrow, a grain of wheat, a remote star shyly reflected in the naked eye. Small you are beautiful and dignified like a boat venturing for the open sea, fragile like a ladybug resting on your hair, thin like rain watering the garden of our love.
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