She Will Find Peace

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. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.