26 January, 2014


Sometimes a balloon
Rises high above the trees
And your eyes twinkle.

Sometimes a man
Soars gracefully in the blue sky
And your face glows bright.

Sometimes a bird
Flies, rising from the river birch
And you sing with joy.

Sometimes a rocket
Shoots up into the blue sky
And you are in it.

Copyright Denise A White

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