And it floated into the air
Far away from the child’s hand
Of all expression her face was bare
And it floated into the air
Flying freely without a care
It was never to come back to land
And it floated into the air
Far away from the child’s hand
Clever juxtaposition of dowfall and helium. I'm not sure how far you a reaching but your poem carries over to reflections on other things that have downsides too:
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a second on the cleverness of the helium/downfall juxtaposition. All in all this is a solid examination of the fleeting wonder of childhood, well-crafted and evocative.