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The Hot Air Balloon

The hot air balloon soars,

a cloud swaying in the distance.

 

Its vibrant parachute inflates

like a rainbow on a rainy day.

 

The flames are ferocious fans of fire;

hot as lava,

flickering

in a haze.

 

Ropes cling to a steel frame

A wind rattles.

 

The wicker basket guards elated thrill seekers

like a soldier protecting their kingdom.

Arms dangle,

waiting impatiently.

 

The adventurous spirits remain,

to see the world.

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