"When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight."

-Kahlil Gibran-

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The ballooon

Bright and cheerful it once was,
as a tiny hand grasped it tightly,
holding it hard with all his might.

The boy looked up,
gazed in amazement and adoration,
and giggled.

It swayed in the winds,
filtered in rainbows,
and bounced playfully on its string.

The wind embraced it,
stroking its surface gently,
and cooed softly.

With a thug,
it escaped,
and submerged itself into never ending warmth.

Swept by the whirlwind,
it was carried far,
and widened much of its horizon.

Higher and higher it went,
the pressure slowly building up,
and one day,
it popped.

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"You block your dream when you allow your fear to grow bigger than your faith."

-Mary Manin Morrissey-