Red Balloons - Poem by JJ Evendon
With one hand I drift silently.
Not because I am lighter than air,
because of what I am holding.
Beneath my feet tall buildings appear small,
divided by avenues lined with trees,
only to disappear into the haze of congestion.
Red rose balloons carrying me safely,
but where? I neither know nor care!
Does it matter?
- No, not really!
For I am happy to watch the world slip slowly beneath my feet.
Knowing that people below are seeing me and wishing,
just wishing, they were here instead of me!
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