Blooms in Indigo
Every day poems from a very ordinary aspiring poet
Tuesday, January 24, 2017
Gravitational pull at hand
There's a gravitational pull
to where my hand lies,
long after it surpasses your face, in a dance
shy, yet taller, than the both of us.
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