a weightless purple balloon
destined to touch the heavens this fine afternoon
But it does not
It is stuck
Stuck in a tree
I would help it be free
But it is to high for me
It will sit there till the sun goes down
Its destiny will shrivel up
And it will fall to the ground
R.E
5/27/18
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R.E (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I was sitting in the park and saw a purple balloon stuck in a tree, it inspired this poem. that is what I wrote it about but I feel like it can have deeper meanings, Such As people holding Themselves back in life.
- Category: Surrealist
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