They float and fly,
Ascending to a place
Much higher in the sky
Though little see how they chase
You into yet another cry.
But you accept it, just in case
You fail to come by
And deliver your final good bye.
Purple balloons soar
As he enters an endless sleep
To which escape is no more.
Purple balloons
Much higher in the sky
Coldly whisper;
'Good bye'.
Dec 4, 2020
Dec 4, 2020 at 12:49 AM UTC
They float and fly,
Ascending to a place
Much higher in the sky
Though little see how they chase
You into yet another cry.
But you accept it, just in case
You fail to come by
And deliver your final good bye.
Purple balloons soar
As he enters an endless sleep
To which escape is no more.
Purple balloons
Much higher in the sky
Coldly whisper;
'Good bye'.
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