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Springtime Gravity

Today, gravity tugs my every cellThe blossoms feel it too, or felt it as they fellThat’s just the folds of space, Einstein let us knowBut the cherry blossoms fall like snowI’m a middle-aged man, the sun’s a middle-aged starGravity traps me and pulls me from afarOur fate’s the same, the sun’s and mine:Dust and ashesContinue reading “Springtime Gravity”