I want to be up there
In the basket of the hot-air balloon,
Drifting through the sky.
To be up so high,
Basking in the sun
And forgetting where I’m from.
To fly far, far away
To the fiery display –
All the way,
Past the horizon.
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Sun’s Embrace
The warm morning sun shines over the grown green hills;
Its warmth evaporates the dew off the pretty petals,
Of flourishing flowers that will soon bloom.
The day’s embrace makes the flowers look up, high to the sky
And makes them believe that they could fly.
Eleven O’Clock
It was on that old second-hand pull-out sofa,
That I found myself.
A glass that was emptied too many times, in my hand
And your head on my shoulder.
Melancholic music softly played in the background,
And was only overshadowed by our eleven o’clock breathing.
It was you, me, and the two perfect sinners:
Living in a heaven where we may still cry.
(PS: No longer adding the date to each poem as it’s unnecessary, and was a left-over habit from when this was a daily poetry journal)
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