Concrete Puddles

She's flying beneath clouds of green and spinning on streets of blue

Stranger's stares did not worry her 

Uncharted lands did not steer the course

Look at all the many people splashin around the concrete puddles and never get their feet wet

Do you? 

She does. 

For she was free and saw the land exactly how she wanted it to be. 

This poem is about: 
Me

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