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 Nov 2010
Gregory Villone
The maple leaf breaks free from his restraints,
finally free he takes flight up towards the clouds,
a gentle breeze to carry him higher and higher,
the winds fade and down falls the maple leaf,
an epic plummet with twists, turns, and flips,
he crashes softly to the ground with a skip or two,
trapped forever on the earth with his fallen friends,
all he ever wanted to do was touch the sky,
forever he stares at his old restraints that seem to be sky high.

— The End —