All together, the ballons were set free.
They drifted toward heaven,
But for one lone balloon,
Stuck in a tree.
Was it coincidence? Or just maybe,
Was it her?
Her soul pausing to look down,
To extend one last hug,
One last smile upon us,
Before sailing away
On some gracious wind?
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