the red balloon.

stout little kid that holds it
wanders aimlessly just to see
under and beside the crowd that hampers
the ray of light touching his crown in glee

little kid that crouches with it
skips by the fences to depart
crimson balloon, resists the wind
memories that stoned, this balloon shall impart

kid that strolls near what have you done?
steals the life that has been once
unknown path and patterns it will have
the red balloon now stained in its shade

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