The Mind Behind The ‘fine’

She swam through a fire that placed her in a new standing.

The colors are so bright and the leaves ever so emerald.

She takes a step forward but continues to step back.

Where is home?

This place I have come to is not a stepping stone but a residence.

In her world, dogs can speak instead of barking- and the rain drops to simply dance on her skin.

She effortlessly sees all things with purpose, right from her bare green eyes.

“The sounds will continue, you must make sense of them.”



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