Balloons

Globes of thin air red, green and blue

filled with happiness like thoughts

pasted upon card boards of glue

This immaculate circle of fun

Hold meaning to the blessed

days under the sun

Wallop in their glory

like a mystic story

up until it pops

and suddenly the world

stops

The blackening of morning a

lasting sleep

let's begin again like children

waiting in line for a turn

to hold one close to their hearts

Balloons


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Jodah 21 months ago from Queensland Australia

Hi cynamans, I enjoyed this delightful poems. We all long to be children again and marvel at the simple wonder of a balloon. Voted up.

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