Gravity (From, Poems Of Papa Due)
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Peter S. Quinn
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Going up in air,
Taking out gravity;
Floating fluffy there,
To and fro free.
Going there and here,
All is easy see;
So much lightly wear,
Where I want to be.
Going places found;
Without any gravity,
Circling round and round,
In this concavity.
Yet I'm still earthbound,
On my spinning journey;
Going around and around,
In its true propriety.
Going up in air,
Taking out gravity;
Everything to share,
In each its peculiarity.
We have dreams to know,
When we reach the way;
Distances may grow,
For a new coming day.
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