Maple Leaf
Maple leaf flapping in the wind.
Gray covering the sky.
A place I don’t understand.
Languages I never heard before
I crossed the border.
Freshwater mist
On my face.
People running to a dry place.
Red and white, I see.
But why no blue?
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