It was green, her favourite kind of green
It shined one day, the next it glowed, but most times it dimmed to an olive fade.
But it was her green, her favourite green.
She worked for it,
She cried for it,
But she never really had it
It was her favourite green,
Now slowly fading
Her favourite green balloon was turning darker
Her favourite green balloon was falling deeper
Her favourite green balloon was pulling harder
She felt the weight, she felt the burden.
So she looked to the sky
She closed her eyes
She heard a voice say,
'If you love something, truly love it, then you must let go.'
And she opened her eyes and watched as her favourite green balloon flew into the mist of the unknown.
Her body felt lighter, her hands felt free
Finally her favourite green balloon wasn't her favourite anymore.
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