Balloons Lost To the Sky
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The sky an ocean of gathering crimson,
leaden on hues French-vanilla ice-cream,
puffy cotton candy clouds wandering sociable.
Grassy field of red spice cinnamon poppies.
Dream of pleasure indulges in sweetness of childhood,
her large blue eyes watch, a half-smile hangs on,
a wink of sun glare, untighten her fingers,
cries, red balloons into the crimson they bolt.
3/13/2022
Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2022
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