Hot Air Balloon

In a hot air balloon
hanging
like a red rose
above my head
I oversee the land
my life
and all that is in it
Sheep
like needle points
Houses
like small pebbles
and roads like
an effortless stitch
on an embroidered patchwork
On the ground
I only see the threads
but up here
I finally understand
where life is taking me

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