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Balloons

December 21, 2012
By Anonymous

The red balloon floats away.
The blue balloon sinks to the ground and pops.
The white one just hovers next to me.
I watch my red one fly,
Cry for the lost blue one,
But hug the white one close.
“I wish I was that red balloon,”
Says the white one,
“I want to fly away from here, too.”
“Well, I wish I was the blue one.” I say.
“Why?”
“Because it, too, is free.”



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on Dec. 25 2012 at 5:53 pm
MattMattHatter PLATINUM, Bellevue, Washington
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Favorite Quote:
&quot;Poetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that burn. &quot;<br /> Thomas Gray

I love this poem! It expresses the desire to be free as such an impossible feat that you would rather obtain it through death than wait for someone to set you free. Am I right?