Balloons of appreciation, twirled around our memories,
spiraling to heaven with soulful dreams.
Holding on, drifting above clouds in dense atmospheres,
filled with drops of rain, waiting to be scattered to
winds of fate on special occasions in this world.
Joyful colors, brightened intensely by inner desires,
graduating continuously from aging hearts, throughout
the coming years of life on beautiful shores of elderly
maturity.
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