sweetswords / balloon

In a dead balloon,
I blow breath of life,
To last lifetime.
Breath, At first it begun by exhale,
Then inhale to exhale again.
The link I sent from me,
It develop into the separate chain.
It joins the life due to my union.
Yet exhaling breath can only be there due to separation.
And the chain reaction of one breath in and one breath out.
Yet my balloon is unlike my shadowing shape or echoing shout.
My balloon lives apart of me by repeating my deed.
It has learned to repeat my action when in need.

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