And she stood there,
staring at the colourful and dry leaves underneath her boots,
so dazzling they made her dizzy,
warm against the numbness of the
earth seeping into her toes,
not quite knowing
not quite thinking
just standing.
It was ten minutes later when she finally began
to walk again.
She did not know why she
stopped.
She did not know what she
though about.
It was another one of those things she
didn't understand.
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PoetryIt is 12 AM, and her mind wonders. She'd think about things that happened 5 hours ago, or something that happened 2 minutes ago, or something that could happen 10 years from now. Her mind is like a hurrican; wrecked, but you can't keep from stari...
