to see that a world of beauty,
nature,
and choice;
has become a cynical place of passiveness.
It makes me sad,
to think that the unbearable,
unbelievable feeling of content,
and excitement,
have become rare occasions.
It makes me happy,
that a child's day,
was made a best day of his life,
when a stranger gave him nothing more than,
balloons,
and happiness.
p.s. : He looked at the balloons as an adult would look at gold.
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