Gravity and I by Niloofar
You sit there in your old wooden chair
Surrounded by enormous white flowers
Up on the pink wall of your little room
Giving gravity a hard time struggling to pull you down
I smile at your smile every morning
Trying to detect a small change in the form of your lips
A tiny spark in your dreamy eyes
A slight movement in your posed hands
An unnoticeable bend in your stiff back
We will wait, gravity and I, for you to decide to come down
I will be breathing, laughing, crying, and talking to trees for both of us till then
You must not miss a minute of my life.
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