Pink Balloons

Pink balloons – flying up high in the sky –

now I only have you in this heart of mine.

I remember how the wind swept you away

and guided you to the far-away clouds to play.

Pink balloons – up high and touching the sky –

I never wanted to let go and say goodbye.

Today I cry because the sun is (for now) gone,

while the melody of your time still lingers on.

Always on my mind and forever in my heart.

My pink balloon-memory; my moment of art.

Pretoria Girl Writes