The wanderer.
She walked out of flames.
Falling into a loving embrace.
She wandered through a new path,
exploring the pathway she have not seen.
She saw the rainbow and its colors,
she smelled the fragrance of the flowers.
But the flowers came with hidden thorns,
and happiness, with pain.
She wondered.
Why was it that the sky turned red?
Why was it that the road was never straight?
She pondered on the inner rumble,
wondering what was all the rapture.
There was no clear direction,
and she sat down,
crying,
in the same old fashion.
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