
Long ago, when hopes and dreams Floated on air, drifting like the red balloons Children let go at schools, before we knew The dangers letting go of such balloons drew To the birds and the fish of our world, Before we stopped the letting go of balloons, When we stood watching them, sway with the breeze, the shifting of dreams and hopes on air, when we knew each other, thinking we touched eternity in a drift of air between us, time stood still in the sweet salt taste of the seconds, in the sandalwood smell of the minutes, in the smooth purring sound of the hours in the satin touch of the days— for a moment we drifted with our hopes and dreams braided with eternity beyond the earth bound.

Wonderful. Have you ever seen the beautiful short movie from France called… the red balloon?
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Yes, I have. A long time ago. Thank you
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🙏🤓👍🙏🤓
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