My Balloon Poem by Green Peace
My Balloon
I love my balloon
My big balloon
My blue balloon
My ball balloon.
How playful it is
Without it something I miss
The joy, the gaiety
The buoyancy and elasticity.
The spur of celebration
The moment of glorification
Of excitement and passion
Relieved me from the tensions
My burlesque balloon
My bright balloon
My brisk balloon
My brilliant balloon
The balloon flew up into the air,
Songs of festivity in their full blare
It is in itself the joy, cheer and pleasure
Unmixed by the sorrow or materialistic treasure.
innocently indeapth plainly had deeply visible and at the same musically inviting./ good work. jaypee
Unmixed by the sorrow - mon ami, you write so well
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4/19/2024 8:54:41 PM # 1.0.0.1119
a balloon that floats up...a good imagery for cheerful mind...good piece written well, Gargi 10