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I once asked a balloon, "Can I hold on to you?"
"No, my dear," she replied. "You have to let me go."
"But why?" I insisted. "You are too dear to me. I can't imagine letting you go."
"It is time you did. I may be a delight to you when I'm near, but I'll be more beautiful to you when I fly, even more beautiful to you from afar."
With tears and then a smile, I bid her farewell.
And I let her go.
"Remember me fondly," she said.
And I most certainly will.
T'was the only thing left to do. To remember.
Her name was "Past".
When the heart speaks, what voice does it make? What tears does it cry? And where do they go?
115The kind of poetry only the love and fire of the King could spark, and one that bursts into song.
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Updated on November 14, 2019
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