Gravity

.

Gravity is grounded

As solemn as the grave,

Firmly bound, without a sound

Seriously unfounded,

Soaking up the sun-light

My mind took flight

Up, up on the warm air currents,

As high as the birds in the sky,

Higher still to the clouds;

I could see myself sitting on the chair

Dozing in the warm air

But, looking upward into the blue

I fancied I saw too

A tiny dot all alone

Small as a pin

p

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c

k

going home.

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©Denise G Allen, 04 July 2014 05:12