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My Balloon

The moon is my balloon It follows me wherever I go Cross-country or globally Sometimes I lose it In the clouds of snow and rain But it always returns It glows in the dark And brightens the deepest nights Beauty luminescent
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Written by
joshua-helmuth
25 / M / American
Published
Jul 1, 2015
Lines·Words
9·41
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This poem was brought to you by the moon. I was watching it on a particularly long car ride and remembered how when I was a kid I would look at the moon from the car window and think that it followed me. It's just a but of inner child that quite a few people can relate to.

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