poems etc.

Ballon

When he let loose

The enslaved helium globe

It drifted slowly

As if surprised and uncertain 
And eventually more sure

It changed it’s pace

Hoping to reach the limit

Of the free world
And his smiling eyes that followed 

It’s movements of celebration

Narrowed in sorrow

When the grey mist enveloped

And stole the only color

From a now bleak heaven

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