lost balloon
by marie gordon
Tied to a tiny arm
Wringing out strands
Glowing beat red
Searing in hands
My owner, a manacle
My leash, a ribbon
My cage, the sky
My bracelet skin
Floating, floating
I’m a shy balloon
Who let me go
I’ll surely perish soon
Where do the clouds
Interrupt my voyage
Where is the shade
In the sky’s foliage
The light blue puffs
Surround my red hair
They tangle my ribbon
My movements they scare
What is floating
When freedom ceases
Beyond the atmosphere
My soul releases
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A journey of false freedom, but freedom none the less. Can one wish for more? A wonderful poem I might add and thanks for the comment I hope you enjoy my poems… hope to hear more ttyl