In your pocket
there was always
a pink Hubba-Bubba
with original flavour
we used to share it fifty-fifty
but only you knew
to make a balloon
filled with your hot air
lifting you up
till the blueth heaven
from where I was
I shouted:
are the stars real?
but only real wishes
could reach your ear
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from where I was I shouted: are the stars real? but only real wishes could reach your ear very nice poem and wonderful graphic. thank u dear poet. tony