(credit: Float by Girlhula)
The desolate ballons caught the breeze
and tug against the restraining finger.
I crane my head skyward
to catch them in their glory
What colours! Each true to its essence,
the blue, the white, and
yellow and red.
But caught up in my own musing,
the eyes blinded by the sun momentarily.
The finger flinches, and
both fought to reach the skies first,
bouncing light gaily
off their luminescent skins,
leaving me with
fleeting happiness lingering on the fingertips,
imagining what adventure
the blue skies offer.
Oh what short lived joy!
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