Canadian Maple Leaf

I dreamt of a leaf on my fingertips.

A leaf that grew between my lips,

My eyes were opened in my sleep..

I saw it unfold before it leaped.

 

It was not dry, this maple leaf..

But it could not drink the rain's relief;

Its shadow grew tall below my hand,

It then took flight on the wind's command.

 

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