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Gravity, Moon & Poetry
This act of push and pull,
Of gravity and the moon,
Is like a poetry in its own,
Written ages ago,
Rhyming even today.
The moon can’t let go,
The pull of the gravity,
But can’t even push itself,
Back into reality,
That it’ll one day fade away,
But rise like a phoenix,
The very next day.
The gravity can’t let go,
The push of the moon,
Creating tidal waves,
Making waves bloom.
And the sound at the shore,
Is nothing less than a song,
The one which people claim theirs,
But is actually moon’s letters,
Lost all along.
For the gravity that keeps pulling it,
For the waves that it keeps creating,
For the poetries which never got read before,
By someone this intense.
