#balloon He holds a thin thread in his hand—a hot-air balloon, red as a heart, weightless as a dream. The wind plays with the fabric of the sky, and he strides forward, knowing no fear, knowing no fatigue, only an inner radiance leads him to the horizons.
#balloon He holds a thin thread in his hand—a hot-air balloon, red as a heart, weightless as a dream. The wind plays with the fabric of the sky, and he strides forward, knowing no fear, knowing no fatigue, only an inner radiance leads him to the horizons.