There was a hole in the boat.
Where only the curious did dwell.
With weary memories.
For as the visions embraced this clip,
panic rose with every water's sip.
Neptune's claws tried to play rock and roll,
blowing winter into nature's lungs.
As a typhoon sculptured the air,
whistling her tune.
For the lamps of disaster had been lit.
With only angels in their nightgowns,
praying devilishly.
Tie a red balloon to it.
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Author:
Neil Higgins (
Offline) - Published: May 24th, 2026 16:46
- Category: Fantasy
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Comments1
It come to mind with red balloons a good poem that is a bit creepy
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