Gravity 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
Beautiful!
I agree
Nice... especially that last line... "the trace of falling stars." Well done!
Beautiful!
I agree
Nice... especially that last line... "the trace of falling stars." Well done!