While walking back home,
I saw a kid holding a balloon.
For some reason
I can't stop looking at it
So I stopped walking instead
I stared at it, getting mesmerized
Unconsciously I smiled
Maybe because the balloon is colored blue
And it reminded me of the beautiful sky
Or maybe the deep water of the sea
But jokes on me, cause I know to myself
that It's you who I remembered
the moment I saw it
Blue, reminds me of you.
—feria
