ILLUSTRATION FRIDAY- Soar

Soar

There once was a man grip by the balloon

soaring upward into the sky

But he still chain his leg with an anchor on the ground

just in case when he felt the need to come back down

When he was hovering in the mid sky high above the ground

he felt a sense of claim and control, a zone where he

was belong.

He could felt the wind breeze brush him by, as if other people

were also hovering up in the sky like him disguise as wind

saying "Hello".

© By Hung Lin 2007