Domingo.

...feels like rebirth.

Barbed wire, cobblestone trees.
The wind performing gymnastics,
Dancing around me.
Clouds climbing the labber to heaven.
The ground just below my bare feet moves;
My small being cannot feel the rotation.
Gravity pulling my limbs down to earth.
Noting is as beauiftul as this,
It feels like rebirth.

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