Newborn
She stood there
On that field
wispy strands of brown hair
twirled about her vision
She was there like in a dream
New and wondrous
but dazed
as she stared without even knowing
whirls of wind zoomed by and sounded
humming deeply in her ears
a faint beep of an alarm clock
echoed in the distance
chatter from other life forms floated in the air like happy reunion
but there was no memory of the things that sounded
so she could not isolate one from the next
and they melted together
held by nothing
but still there was an awareness
a sea of moving sounds and colours
waiting, ready to be discovered
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