Where is the balloon going to?
I wish I was flying too.
I would go everywhere,
without plans of coming back.
I would see the sun,
flying above the oceans,
contemplating the stars.
If I could fly now,
I would go just now
and I would never, but never
come back.
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A broken soul
PoetryThis book is a collection of poems that speak about death, love, loneliness and all the emotions and feelings that we all feel.