throwing (this balloon) up
to
the sky (and back) it comes
to me;
holding
on (with fingers) curled
tightly (to my soul)
i listen
for the words
(of goodbye)
this beyond (the grain)/sunshine
higher/higher,
(blue sky)
on green
(and) i hear it, (the words)
i
didn't want to say.
i
blow myself out, (like candles), and
let my hand
fall back (to my side).
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