"CHOSEN AND HEAVENLY ELECTED"

Colorful balloons, chilly sunny sphere. Princess  lady Temi Otedola rebirth, ➕ 1⃣ today. She made it through the womb to a billionaire life. Chosen and heavenly elected. Happy Birthday Teddy mama, here are mine wishes to you. A salubrious happy filled life of peace. Happy Birthday mama Teddies.
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Your prayers in church
to God Sundays
were daily routine
with me decades long.
I woke up this morning
like before alone
on a flying balloon
in windless silence
as companions
viewing the greenery below
until you materialized in it
in another queen's arms.

I fall off that ride
just to find out it wasn't
any re-occuring dream
I wake up glad right before
I hit down
in my final big boom

Per your promised word dear
we are always together
it just hurts being physically
apart twin butterfly mine.

Asleep or awake it seems
it's all the same heaven
all in the midst switching
from paradise to hell
off and on
I choose Heaven with you
when you chose hell
to be with me
I fell deeply in love with you

Understanding now
I rather share you
then lose you love,
and I no longer fall off
in dreams, or anywhere
Real Kings, mostly
do have many wives
I am glad I was yours
first love,
second wife to be
decades long fianceé
we wanted each other
for our first and last love.

Glad to know what it is
to be loved and love back
to be deeply in love
and without boundaries
enjoying this out
worldly ride.
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By: karijinbba.
Revised 02-2021.
All rights reserved.

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'.

The yellow balloon that was mine, got away from me

It escaped from my infant hand
waving gently as it sailed

I watched it go and realised that nothing was forever

It took off for for the sky,
with a little bit of innocence attached to the string!

Sixty red balloons
Seeping air through barely-patched holes
Falling from the sky.

Deep dark days
The curtains of pain fall
The stage is covered
We don't know what's behind
It's the future
Something we can't determine
Looking up at the sky
Walking for a mile
We are all strangers
Lost in time
Our mind is complex
Full of emotions
we ourselves don't understand
If  we are deserts
Then the dunes are our minds
Constantly shifting
No reason no rhyme
Lost in this strange land
We are all alike
Yet we are different
In how we see life
We are balloons hollow on the inside
The rubber expands as we live our lives
But the question remains
Did we do anything worthwhile?