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Reappak Apr 2020
She was a hot air balloon!

Didn't care if she would fall
But dreamt that she could touch the sky
She let her dreams take a flight,
now, with the stars she floats
She risked how far she could go,
Today this she knows
that freedom lies,
in being bold!
ALesiach Jul 2019
Up, up high into the sky
Warm winds blowing through misty clouds
Wandering, serene


ALesiach © 8/2016
nawke Jun 2018
The morning light wanes
out on open plains
my belly debates
croissants have to wait  

All the nylon fliers
like crayons palettes
festival of spectacles
So many favorites

Up Up and Away
a hundred balloons
above lagoons and chimneys
below valleys and alleys

In one strong forehand
a spectacular descent
it looks unplanned
a landing on the grandstand!

There was no flaw
only the applause
at dawn, champagnes flow
I stand in awe
Elaina Oct 2016
The awe of it all
Globes, glowing in the dark sky
Takes your breath away
The feeling of watching hundreds of hot air balloons add their magic to the dark sky. Incredible sight to see.
Jedi Ferrer Jun 2016
Grace Sparks

It's time to untangle
All of the doubts that keep me down
It's time to let go of the pain, the past
All that makes me cry
It's time to venture out
To where I'll grow and learn to soar

Surely I won't miss out
All that you've planned, the best for me
I'm singing out loud, the songs of faith
Let it resound
Sunrise is calling out, “The night has gone
It’s the end of fear!”

En-route to win
Swinging through the wind
In the freedom of Christ my King

Your loving grace sparks
Like a thousand northern lights
So I won't be lost
When you are my guide
(Jesus, you are my guide)

Fuelled by Your perfect love
I’m moving up, moving up
Burden-free and ready to take off
I'm rising up, rising up
I co-wrote this with a friend starting from an object writing session around hot-air balloons and connecting it with the moments in life where we need to choose to move on.
ryn Nov 2015
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•come with me on a
special trip•hop aboard my big ball-
oon • hot air from flame, the canvas would
sip•higher and higher, we won't be back too soon
•the clouds would gently kiss our cheeks • the sun
would bathe our skins with gold• mountains below
seem minute pointing up  with snow covered peaks
•turning oceans into lakes...the world seems to fold
•offering myriad picturesque views from up ab-
ove•from any angle none would lack•lastly
we'll drift...along the currents of air and
love•you could then finally say that
i've brought you on a memora-
ble trip to  the moon...
and safely back•
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Dreams of Sepia Aug 2015
My love for you is like
a hot air balloon
from which you can
suddenly see everything
I always did have vertigo
so I fly in it with closed eyes
also, I fear that if I opened them
I'd see that our lives
are two separate rivers
that never reach the same Ocean
& that I cannot change this
no matter how much I try
& that I have to let you go
when we both land

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