Balloon

Balloon, pumped with pomp and flair,
but don't you realize, it's only air, 
and one day it all must stop - 
the sad day that you will pop, 
or do you even care?
Copyright © | Year Posted 2026

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August 6, 2026 at 6:48 AM
Woah that's quite sad.. well I'm not afraid of the day when the air inside will be lost, but still, it's quite a disheartening thought.. sigh.. love the symbolism of a balloon that you've made here! Brilliant as always and made my heart quiver. Sending you starlight and best wishes always ~ ✨🐚🌙💫🕊️
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August 6, 2026 at 11:03 AM
Thanks, Hiya! Well, I think I'd rather pop than slowly be drained of air, but you're right, both don't seem so great - lol!
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