Balloons
The amber sunshine huddles beneath billowing clouds
to meet the graying green weave of the horizon,
and countryside of enliven crowds of red poppies.
A little girl in her pink dress, trimmed in white lace,
runs, as her dark auburn hair dance free with the breeze;
in a place full of grace and peace.
Her red balloons escape from her hold.
They roll and soar towards the golden heavens,
swallowed up by the clouds, as she follows.
2/10/2023
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