Gravity.It pulls us down, it keeps us from doing the things we want.Its like a force, just waiting and waiting until you finally get your freedom, and then, POP! It pops like a big red balloon in your face.Gravity may pull you down and drag you around, but without it, we could be walking on the darkness of the moon.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem