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Nov 25
My ears catch the hush of the stream,
A red balloon floats in my dream;
With worries that swell,
I count breaths as well,
Afraid of love's tender gleam.

Now my gaze drifts away from the ground,
As my heart finds a rhythm profound;
In this flight up high,
With the clouds I will fly,
In a world where true love can be found.
Odd Odyssey Poet
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Odd Odyssey Poet  25/M/Zimbabwe
(25/M/Zimbabwe)   
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