Are you again?

In the middle of this forest,

wondering how you ended up

after you started on a char-coal road?



Are you again?

Of the darkness that envelopes you?

Of the silence, broken only

by the cricket-ty bugs, by the ruffle of the leaves,

by the whispers of that stealthy air?


Look up!

I have sent you balloons,

Red, green, white, blue.
Floating, playing with the wind.

Raise your hand, grab one, hold on tight

And you will soon glimmer in light, up above the forest.

For balloons, can never be dark.
Its just a play of the darkness.

They can never be dark,
Its just the play of the darkness.

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