Set them free at the break of dawn, 98  floating over the sea like sporn.

Wind swept, tossing back and forth. Serenely they swayed from sea to land, following a course.

Caught on telephones wires, trees and roofs
Some in groups, some aloof.

The boy caught blue the girl had yellow. They ran ahead of lovers who were entwined with red.

They flew with birds and floated up high until they were just a dot in the sky.

98 flew one stayed. That heart shaped one belonged to you and I.