Word Poetry Challenge #12 : Sunshine

The air ballons rose to the sky,
Playing with the rising sun.

Near the border,
Just in the nick of time.

Bullets were shot,
Aiming at the ballons.

Some popped,
Falling down like a setting sun.

Some escaped,
Like a sly little cat.

Higher and higher they rose,
Warmth of the sun spread through them.

Speaking loud about hop,
Speaking loud about a future.

A dream,
That they dared not imagine before.

Is now a possiblity,
Just within reach.

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