yesterday, music flit through her veins like alcohol.
the shape of her arm,
dangling in the air,
brushing the wind,
lifting her high upon the tips of her toes.
uprooted by silliness, nothing stops her.

she stood tall as the rising mountains, touching the sky.
envisioning the words,
dancing upon the pages,
the wild running free,
she lets go of the world.
come, landscape of nature and beastly cities, unfurled.

living and dying, she paints the city beautiful!


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