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voice –
scarcely believing
such a beautiful
creature is
greeting me;
No, I am not
a student,
I answer
dismissively,
in a daze –
CANADA
sits comfortably on
his
crimson
chest
foolish, I do not realize
what I have done
until he
leaves –
Oh!
If only I was,
vulnerable and
innocent,
young and
fresh departed from a
foreign country;
Alas, I am
returning to a
homeland
where I
don’t belong
from roots
I do not quite
understand,
lost and
disillusioned.
If we could only return
to the fresh, enthused
wide-eyed
gaze of
youth,
if only we could
escape with a
handsome
stranger at a familiar
airport
and
rediscover joy
once more
