March 30, 2022
THE LONELY BLUE BALLOON
And the balloon can never see the blue of its own private skin, Nor hear the pain in its own chest.
It floats on without hope or fate, On and on by itself against the prettiest of skies.
No one can help you, to save you: who has been hurt before?
Some better than you.
Climb to the heavens.
Climb to your red heart.
Gaze into it — all you will have.
Gaze into it.
Look into it!
:: 03.29.2022 ::
Writer, Artist. I like to paint abstract acrylic images onto canvas. I love to read everything, and I especially enjoy science, philosophy, and the arts. I'm new to the blog experience and I very much enjoy it! I hope to learn as much about all the features that WordPress offers and thank you -- my visitor -- for taking time to read my words. Peace and love...
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