Hot Air Balloon
We are riding a hot air balloon.
The fire igniting in our souls
made the balloon
fly at stream;
made us in awe,
and made us dream.
It made the balloon
chase the sundown,
and made us watch
our little world around.
But when our flames
started fueling down,
we, along with the balloon,
reached the ground.
"Is it over?" I looked at you.
"Is it over?" You asked me, too.
-I hope we fly more. I hope we reach more. Because we are more than just igniting souls.
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