I want to fly.
Not in a plane or with wings.
I want to fly in a balloon.
I want to go up in a hot air balloon,
To look down and see the patchwork
of the world below.
From up there, all the petty squabbles
disappear.
The world is a blend of texture and color
that works together.
I want to fly in a balloon.
Arline 2006
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