I know your boat waits in the sand
I know it’s not for me.
I know I must release your hand
I know you must be free.
I know I musn’t think too much
I know you had to leave.
I know someday again we’ll touch
I know I must believe.
I know this helped us both to grow
I knew it from the start.
I know the things that I should know,
I wrote them on my heart.
I know that I won’t see you soon
I know it will be cold
So I’ll just ride this black balloon,
Until it turns to gold.
~MG.
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MICHAEL GIORGI 
Ouch, my heart feelings 😦 beautiful poem
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We’ve all had our ride on the black balloon. Thanks for reading!
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I know. I hope you’re ok though.
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I am! Thanks for caring!
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Great poem Mike… the black balloon is such a powerful image… I would link it to something-someone we feel we have to set free, but just can´t … truly well written… sending best wishes, always. Aquileana 😀
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Thank you for reading! Yes I love the black balloon because it means so many different things to so many different people!
Much love Aquileana!
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