Poetry: Red Balloons

I was the sand,

and you were the sea.

I was the forest,

and you were the trees.


We were the harmony

of our own perfect song;

we were the colors

of a mural miles long.


But you were the earth,

And I was a dove;

While you yearned for me to sing,

I only wished to spread my wings.


I’d taste the sky

and sing my song

and leave you far below,

so small, wondering, “So,


“that’s the song

she was born to sing.

She never could have

sung that song for me.”

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