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Lost Among Rainbowed Butterfly Dreams

What is that
floating,
high,
in the air?

In this field
a balloon with my life,
that I held
so very dare.

I run,
to reach,
but the thread slips,
out of my hand.

Even though,
I sprinted,
to the edge
the winds, foiled my plan.

I strain,
it's too far,
I really don't want
to be afraid to jump.

[color=Maroon]This greenery,
in front of me,
is devastating,
heart please revive. Oh no.
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This balloon,
floats and disappears,
within the rainbowed
sky.

Like a star,
even though blurred,
way up...
too high!

I'll never reach,
I'll never be,
I'm starting to re-think,
to try.

I'll sit here,
on the edge,
contemplating my next move,
comforted by butterflies.
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