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Infinite
Falling, flailing, screaming towards the ground.
Seconds from breaking, crashing, cracking in a mound.
Bass strings plucking, strumming, chasing the rythme like hounds.
Violins creaking, snapping, moaning in sound.
No end, yet found -
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Free
Freedom.
It can mean so many diferent things,
to so many people,
and to every single one it might
mean something different.
It could mean having the
wind in your face
whipping your hair, -
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Changing
Green fades to brown as frost nips at life’s fingers.
Leaves dance through the air as they sway down to freedom.
Out come the hats, the jackets and gloves.
On turns the stove, eager for tea pot and mugs.