Up we go,
The lands go afar.
The mist is brushing up
against my cheeks.
The clouds are getting larger;
But as we go up,
there seems to be an
lessening amount each time.
The balloon is yellow
and it gleams in the sunlight
like a beautiful dove.
We're so high up;
that the only creatures in view
are the exquisite pilots;
That we call birds.
They are flying all around us,
in flocks.
It is such an amazing sight
to experience so far above our homeland.
Yet, up we go.
Up to the horizon.
Up to the clouds;
So we can finally catch them.
Up to the galaxies far and near,
up or down.
Up we go;
In our yellow balloon.
To reach the sky and kiss the air.
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CopyRight MyTimeWasYesterday
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The Expressionists
PoetryThey speak. I hear. I breath. He looks. They run. I look away. I turn back. They disappear. I wake up. They are gone. Them and he; are just shadows. -------- The Dreamer CopyRight MyTimeWasYesterday
