Nightcafe creation
Up, up, up
Above the trees
We float
In baskets
Made to be held
By balloons
Weighted
Down with
Sandbags
To keep it
From floating
Too high
The hiss
Of the flame
As it heats the air
Inside the balloon
The view we have
As we look down
At the scenery
Passing below
I hold your hand
You lean your head
Into my shoulder
As we enjoy the wind
Blowing through
Our hair
On this
Our magic
Balloon ride
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