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Post by SlightlyMad on May 14, 2004 15:08:03 GMT -5
I wrote this last week when I had a cold and just found the notebook it was in.
Blue Balloon
One floating to the sky Disapearing, So very high The child below begins to cry Blue Balloon, Never cease to fly
Empty cartons of soft drinks roll The loss begins to take it's toll Eyes Bright, A cold china doll Blue Balloon, Never cease to fly
No sight of it in the air Wind whipping her loose hair Nothing seems fair Blue Balloon, Never cease to fly
Like?
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Post by SlightlyMad on May 15, 2004 12:49:22 GMT -5
Please reveiw....
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Post by esme22 on May 15, 2004 13:52:08 GMT -5
No sight of it in the air Wind whipping her loose hair Nothing seems fair Blue Balloon, Never cease to fly i really like that part. ;D but it all is REALLY good.
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Post by SlightlyMad on May 21, 2004 15:08:16 GMT -5
Swans-No, a balloon. If you dig deeper I guess it is about her lost childhood. Esme2- Thank you! ;D
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Post by Pucca on May 21, 2004 15:09:52 GMT -5
Aww, that is a very nice poem! It's quite sad actually...
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Post by SlightlyMad on May 21, 2004 15:15:30 GMT -5
I was ill at the time so sadness
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Post by SlightlyMad on May 24, 2004 14:11:02 GMT -5
No, but the ballooon is used figuratly like you said.
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Post by Mrs. (Alphonse) Elric on May 27, 2004 20:22:30 GMT -5
Oh...That's great...You can write poetry.... (not in a sarcastic way, cause you can't tell very well on the internet)
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