Written by: Caroline Cécile Delacroix

Bluest blue skies Sunniest sunshine Sweetest of breeze Cheeks, teases Sparkliest spark No longer blue, the heart. And a red balloon Suddenly flies up In the fanciest of dance As if enchanted by a trance My spirit's in a waltz Not bumping against any walls. My heart opened, and I rise With sparkling stars in my eyes. © 06.08.12