She'll find peacein the greens and reds and nothing in-betweenin the paper tissues for tears after tears that soak spilt water making it one with themin the blood nebulae that float magically in body tissues, broken, exploded into pieces, magnetically, kinaesthetically suppressed in zero gravity - stopAs she'll slowly elbow waves with legs stuck up to the kneesrotating pyramid mountains upside downin turquoise water sprints in the shape of unknown flowers at the mercy of another water - playfullyShe'll slowly move, embrace, feel the sandy rocks crystallised through the mouths of windsShe'll 'belly-button' the sounds the bowels of the earth make while resting on the rest of the world.She's been telling herself all thisWalking again, learning how to walkwith her old legs, old knees whose age no one could tell, still stuck, with hearts still there with a pain greater than imagined, still felt, and minds still falteringwalking as if she was learning to fly as baby birds doShe will find peace. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

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