GravityAmrita Skye BlaineApr 08, 202611ShareText within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedGravity The gutter catches what falls rain, leaves, bird droppings, bugs Life, in a nutshell Falling the moment we’re born into the midwife’s hands As the dark enfolds you, look up see the trace of falling stars Previous
Nice... especially that last line... "the trace of falling stars." Well done!