Colored Balloons


In the fields of colored balloons,
the place we met.
A space,
filled with colored spirits
and life.
All majestic.

There was a statement
an assertion of faith
for which I did not approve.
Does it matter though?
Diverse beliefs are not to be taken solemnly.
After all, we both aspired to share
love and friendship.

Her sense of humour,
her style,
beauty and grace,
her intelligence,
her hope and faith.
What do you make of all this?
She was dancing
to start a new life
filled with colored balloons.

She was blessed
to find it all, all she needed.
To have hope,
to enjoy the colored balloons
she invested time creating.
All beautiful, magnificent,
serene and mirthful.

She was the merriest of us all;
waiting eagerly for that day
she will be all covered in white.

Blessed soul she is,
Blessed heart.

All, until…
that moment of darkness.
All is vanished,
all is gone.
All drowned in the sea of darkness.
to hold a certain glow.

I can remember
the colored balloons
and her delicate smile.

R.I.P Layla
November 17th, 2013


  1. Lovely, poignant tribute.


    1. Thank you 🙂


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