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Newton’s apple


An object needn’t be large to have great mass.

It can be as tiny as a violet, drifting in the sky like petals of flower.

But the force that drawn me toward it, was greater than the one exerted by the earth.

In a single moment

I felt and circled toward her without rhyme or reason.

Just as Newton’s apple did.

With a heart beat of Autumn’s leafs.

My heart bounced from heaven to earth in crazy pendular motion

Such a moment I felt in love.

I crashed and burned, all for the Aphrodite.

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