Gravity
Abandons the words
That I carve into being
Nothing is true
Nor firmly anchored
To the tremors in my mind
An array of melodies are born
Then fade
Just as fast
Crossed over
In swirls
Of black
Gravity
Abandons the words
That I carve into being
Nothing is true
Nor firmly anchored
To the tremors in my mind
An array of melodies are born
Then fade
Just as fast
Crossed over
In swirls
Of black
Keeping the world immersed in stanza.
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