As I stood along the path,
I seen the little girl.
She had on a floral dress,
And her hair had flowing curls.
She stood still, all alone,
With a ribbon in her hand.
And above her was a balloon,
tied to it, with a band.
She had fallen away from the crowd,
Just to stand and breathe.
I watched her as she closed her eyes,
And positioned her two feet.
Her hand was held up-right,
To let the balloon dance,
In the wind that would take it further,
If it only got the chance.
After a moment in the silence,
The little girl opened her eyes.
As she done this, she loosened her grip,
And then sent the balloon to the skies.
I considered this symbolic,
And thought of you as my balloon.
Who had danced off with the wind,
And left me way too soon.
Jan 15, 2015
Jan 15, 2015 at 7:12 PM UTC
As I stood along the path,
I seen the little girl.
She had on a floral dress,
And her hair had flowing curls.
She stood still, all alone,
With a ribbon in her hand.
And above her was a balloon,
tied to it, with a band.
She had fallen away from the crowd,
Just to stand and breathe.
I watched her as she closed her eyes,
And positioned her two feet.
Her hand was held up-right,
To let the balloon dance,
In the wind that would take it further,
If it only got the chance.
After a moment in the silence,
The little girl opened her eyes.
As she done this, she loosened her grip,
And then sent the balloon to the skies.
I considered this symbolic,
And thought of you as my balloon.
Who had danced off with the wind,
And left me way too soon.
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