The red balloon, with air as you fill,
However hard you hold, rise it will;
When you cut the strings,
It soars as it had wings,
Its flight brings cheer and thrill.It flies high in the blazing noon,
As if it might reach the moon;
A tiny little speck of red,
As across the sky it sped,
Fluttering away, the little red balloon.
Written for Week 24 (June 14, 2020) where we had to write a poem starting, 'the red balloon'.
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PoetryA collection of poems - for the PoetsPub's weekly challenge and contests for the year 2020. Also includes poems written for the random prompts given by PoetsPub. ________________________________________________________ Sillage : /siːˈjɑːʒ/ (noun - F...