Deflated Balloon

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I let my balloon rode to the sky,
Swaying with the wind while it's flying,
Letting the birds to passed by,
A peaceful scene for a gorgeous setting.

It blended in the color of a cloud,
No one knew how high I am proud;
Until it slowly losing its pound,
Causing my world to turn around.

Everything went on a slow-motion,
The elastic-rubber made awkward notation,
Blown by the wind resulting to indifferent rotation,
It was already deflated when it landed on my direction.

-Marxx Archer

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