a red balloon
freed toward the azure-
a dot in the sky
its color,
a momentary joy
darkened
in an instant
the red balloon
vanished
like any other
fleeting
circumstance
It died.
and the color?
the purest
of the azure
There is bliss to utter
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Hmm...it vanished but did you smell its smell?
yeah and it was the smell of bliss. hahaha
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