They say gravity pulls
on everything
equally
But I’ve seen a mist
that floats in the air.
like ghosts that aren’t there.
Sometimes she freezes
in cold artic breezes
and she falls hard
despite gusty blows
But my favorite way
to see her keeping pace
is when she dances a trace
down the pane
of my bedroom window
About the Creator
Ellie Hoovs
Breathing life into the lost and broken. Writes to mend what fire couldn't destroy. Poetry stitched from ashes, longing, and stubborn hope.
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