Our Faith Is Like A Baloon

our head breathes helium;
in every breath
we feel the smoke of generations.

navigating through life,
we never know why
we don't dive yet.

our faith is like a balloon.
the wind carries me,
the waters know me.

by Selenaru Negrea

Comments (2)

Tyrographical error. The third line '' we bought from the joy'' should read ''we bought from the boy''.
The person who told me of this poem must now be a friend for life...