You and I look at
the same sky.
A balloon that got
away.
With stars in the way
you and I stared the
same.
A balloon that got
away, filled with
the precious moments
of the past.
A love that never
passed away.
No eulogy, no prose
or poetry for.
The balloon that got
away.
It'll wait for another
day.
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