Deflate

I’m a balloon up in the sky,
with my dreams I fly.
Soaring high along the birds,
forgetting everything that hurts.

With air which is enough,
to handle things which are tough.
The oldest flying balloon isn’t late,
it’s there where I deflate.

He listens.

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