She'll find peace

in the greens and reds and nothing in-between

in the paper tissues for tears after tears that soak spilt water making it one with them

in the blood nebulae that float magically in body tissues, broken, exploded into pieces, magnetically,

kinaesthetically suppressed in zero gravity - stop

As she'll slowly elbow waves with legs stuck up to the knees

rotating pyramid mountains upside down

in turquoise water sprints in the shape of unknown flowers at the mercy of another water - playfully

She'll slowly move, embrace, feel the sandy rocks crystallised through the mouths of winds

She'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 this

Walking again, learning how to walk

with 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 faltering

walking as if she was learning to fly as baby birds do

She will find peace.

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