Picture Credit: www.wanderingcarol.com
Life feels like a hot air balloon;
It keeps going up
Frayed at heart, heed to my warning:
Do not look down
The fear of the mind kills faster than death itself
One day, someday!
Maybe tomorrow
Your feet will find land
Every footstep shall find its way home
An overwhelming calmness will wash your soul
Finally you will be home
Finaly you can close your eyes and relax
Look back and realize that
Hot air balloon found you a home.
Written by Ogey Onuh
2 comments:
Nice one. Let my soul be washed and let me get home
Nice one. Let my soul be washed and let me get home
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