The Air Balloon

Within the core of my psyche, I see myself

As a reflection in still water — a very unique portrait

Of a fool. Still… Not entirely who I am.

Gazing at my own face, I disappear like

Slow waves of memories

.

The cruel storm left. It said goodbye for now

.

My heart asks for new utopias, but

My inner child is leaving this grayish land

In a watercolored air balloon

.

She smiles at me… She waves

At the pale grown-up

Dressed in red and black.

I wave back. I smile —

I’m still lost in a fading rainbow

.

ML

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