Above her there are
ceiling, sky, moon and stars.
Her lungs hurt
because she is laughing as she is
painting yellow
rectangles
between
the stars and the
earth.
Her yellow struggles brushed into little
suns
and it is day again.
She is the interpreter who translates night
into day.
Day is her mother tongue. About: inspired by the words: moon, yellow, struggle, mother.
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