The colour of gravity
is as invisible
as the projection of sight
from his clear eye.
It is purer than white
and breathable as the sigh
that cannot be felt
by her until
she is in his arms.
Sally Plumb
I've read some of your poems, and I really like them all, so I guess I'll keep on reading ;)
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Excellent imagination…flowething romance but very subsubtly thanks Ma'am 10/10 Ms. Nivedita UK