Silvertrove
Saturday, November 21, 2015
325. Balloons
Bubbly bouncy bags of joy
Always achingly airy and coy
Locking little ones' smiles wide
Lovingly floating at their side
Over the moon their spirits soar
Only to leave them wanting more
Never knowing the hearts you stop
Silent tears come when you pop
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