Rebirth
Barbed wire, cobblestone trees
The wind performing gymnastics, dancing all around me.
Clouds climb the ladder to heaven as the ground below my bare feet moves;
My small being cannot feel the rotation.
Gravity pulls my limbs down.
Almost nothing is as beautiful,
It feels like rebirth.
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