I watched the ball as it dropped
onto the concrete floor
it hit the ground and changed its shape
not like it was before
It turned into an oval
in two or three kinds of shape
as the energy stored within the ball
tried its best to escape
it rose up like a rocket
heading for the air
then fell down towards the floor
without any care
and as it fell we chased it
as it bounced around the floor
and the rubber ball kept bouncing
just not as high as before
Inkdrop is freelance writer with a passion for exploring the intersections between nature, architecture, and artistic expression. With a background in computing, and writing – his pen name harks back to when he played around with rhymes and a fountain pen. Now joined by a selection of created photos from an acquired DSLR camera He shares insights with scribblers of all backgrounds. Outside of visiting museums and exploring the latest in exhibits , he enjoys walking through the countryside in pursuit of the next rainbow.
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