Drifting Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Drifting
Hot air balloons rising above our serene morning desert,
dreams of peaceful remembrances rising over an expansive
desert floor.
Drifting like life with hopes and beauty, everlastingly
peaceful, high above earth in quiet solace.
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If you've never gone up in a hot air balloon, you've got to try it! It's awesome!
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