I come to you,
as a friend
bouquet of posies
in my hand.
Made up with
flowery verse,
to cheer you
up in time of
hurt.
Picture a balloon;
helium filled
flying over trees
and hills
bright and cheery,
flying high,
without any cares,
reaching for the sky.
Now be that balloon,
body, mind and soul;
Wander out...
let the light fill the hole.
Flight is limited,
soon you will deflate
drift back to reality,
at your own rate.
Fly away your worries,
on carefree balloon,
do it for a moment,
or entire afternoon!
Honorable mention
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