The wind brought your message,
To my window sill,
As I picked up the leaf,
With more messages still.
I gazed at it intricacies,
I wondered what it was about.
The leaf sang my praise instead,
That I was pretty and smart no doubt.
Now how did that leaf,
Endowed with so much knowledge,
Have the courage,
To sit on a stranger's window sill,
And give out such a message.
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