little red balloon
floating up in the sky
free and unhindered
unwilling released.
little red balloon
not helium filled
but with childhood memories
times far in the past
little specks of grain
glistening in morning sunlight.
hopes and dreams for the future unseen
precariously spanning the world
up, up, up it goes
higher and higher and higher.
whose little red balloon
is floating in the sky
catching the breeze for a faster ride
telescoping all below.
whose little red balloon
is far out of grasp
containing everything dear
the foundations of their life.
who else sees this little red balloon
baring to all like a birthday suit
no confines or covers
with which to shield itself.
little red balloon
where will you go?
little red balloon
when you pop
what will your memories be?
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♥ Spontaneity;
Louis Pauzé: "We're all going to die. Write that down, miss. We don't have the luxury of a thousand years on this earth. Only sixty, or maybe eighty little years if we're lucky. And these years pass in a flash. Why not offer flowers to your spouse every night? Why deprive yourself of the happiness of making your house a home? Why resist your impulse? Daily life is the most beautiful voyage..."
♥ Likes;
♥ Sanctuary;
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