adenine (A)

The first step out was like a dream,
The miracle of the unseen
Was there for her to touch, to feel,
Proposing a life of surreal.

Purple days and rains of dust
With gold sunrays painted fast
The illusion of the meanings
Of life choices, ends, beginnings.

Winds carried her in unknown places,
An infinite of crowded spaces.

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