The little boy unclenched
his sticky fist,
freeing his blue balloon
into the wide open sky.
"If you can fly,
then I shouldn't stop you,"
he said to the balloon
as it floated
out
of
sight.
Mar 13, 2014
Mar 13, 2014 at 4:18 PM UTC
The little boy unclenched
his sticky fist,
freeing his blue balloon
into the wide open sky.
"If you can fly,
then I shouldn't stop you,"
he said to the balloon
as it floated
out
of
sight.
© Bitsy Sanders, March 2014
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