Up in the sky
Rose the red balloon
In tears of grief and pain
Moving and flying far and high
No music, no rhythm, no tune -
In fears of being blasted in rain.
Missing those little hands,The air
inside it gave a sudden 'tip' noice.
Oh! Alas it popped out by the crows.
The gas inside it was falling down
The same step and same story.
Breeze and windy weather
Took it more far, to unknown
Place of well-known
Meaningless balloon
Died, alas!
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She,
being stuck
at her homeless
poetry, she leaned her
head at his back, just to see
if she was homeless or was just
homesick. She was neither of it, she
just needed to find home for her verses.

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She,
being stuck
at her homeless
poetry, she leaned her
head at his back, just to see
if she was homeless or was just
homesick. She was neither of it, she
just needed to find home for her verses.

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