She is flying like a balloon
playing in the heavens,
prancing in the clouds,
and around the moon.
She doesn't want to come down.
Why would she?
Its much more fun.
Where you can fly like Superwoman
saving the world,
or float above it all, knowing
she is in a safer place.
Sounded by such joy and light,
Freedom and mirth,
I've lost her.
What goes up, must come down.
The reverse is not true.
Once your down, its hard to go back up.
To fly once more.
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Yes, the opposite is not true, once you are down you have to struggle to come back up again. Such a wonderful poem :)