Balloon
Wind comes to ruin the day
taking the balloon away
up to the sky
where no one can find it
But here comes a little girl
with a red balloon
she gives it to me
The tears now gone
and I smile
But before I can say thank you
the little girl dissapeared
I go home wondering
Who is this girl
So kind
but mysterious
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