like water rushing in trees sing in the breeze, in the gale at the end of the world. sun drops over the edge, spinning world, straining to break free, by gravity held, trapped like me as night drops like water in the trees
I am comforted that the earth is held in gravity and can't break free - the other side looks to scary - earth spinning away to somewhere. But I did enjoy your poem. Thanks for visiting by blog.
This is extremely beautiful. I can see and even hear it, and love the way it circles back to the water in the trees.
ReplyDeleteI am comforted that the earth is held in gravity and can't break free - the other side looks to scary - earth spinning away to somewhere. But I did enjoy your poem.
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