History- a poem

I can fly,

when I close my eyes.

Let go of the past,

and fly through all my memories.

Every moment is a story,

part of my history.

It all is a mystery.

Her story,

His story.

It’s all a mystery.

I fly through all my memories,

dream in the future,

dream in the past.

It’s my story,

it’s my history.

 

 

Yellow Balloon

I run in the grass,

My bare feet tickle each blade.

My yellow balloon follows me,

Bobbing back in forth in the air.

The yellow sun shines upon me,

leaving the air humid and damp.

My yellow balloon is ready to leave,

I want it to stay.

I cling tighter to the string,

My grip firm, yet gentle.

My yellow balloon tugs harder,

I know what I have to do.

I gently let go of the string,

“Goodbye Yellow Balloon…” I breathe

My yellow balloon bobs up into the air,

I wave and smile.

“Goodbye, my friend…” I whisper up to my balloon in the sky.

“Goodbye…”

 

Lost Girl

//I am a lost girl,

lost in dreams.

I am always drifting away,

in dreams.

Every minute is a story,

Everywhere I look.

I wander,

in my deep, deep thoughts.

Becuase I am a lost girl,

Lost in dreams.

Floating away,

inside my mind.

Every second is a story,

Everywhere I look.

I wander,

In my deep, deep thoughts.

I fall,

fall,

fall

fall.

Deeper,

Deeper.

I am a lost girl,

Lost in dreams…//

 

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