Life of BalloonsA Poem by Kayli
here we examine the unnatural habitat of the balloon-
a ceiling in the summer months when free, they take flight to the trees often times missing their targets. They fly to long, forgotten lands Floating through the sky, their little streamers dancing away The little balloon thinks to itself "I wonder where I'm going" © 2016 Kayli |
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