Gravity's Clumsy Caress

Forests of lovingly tie- dyed cloves,

bending to

Gravity's clumsy caress.

 

Legions of wispery helis,

dancing under

Gravity's clumsy caress.

 

Feilds and feilds of lackluster trash,

immoble against

Gravity's clumsy caress.

 

A single pearly crown

of flower, like soft down

stands proud against

Gravity's clumsy caress.

The End

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