Six thirty in the morning
Windy, grey cloudy sky
Another day to sleep in
Reading in bed when
From the corner of my eye
Not one but two
Hot air balloons fill the space
Just outside the window
The first one was bright orange
And the second was of a lemony colour
To pass over the hospital
A rush of red heat was heard and seen.
Suddenly the day was worth living
To expect the unexpected!
L. Bailliet©
6/03/2012
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