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Balloons

I stood there like any
other day. At the school
gates, peering through.
School was over for now.

Children, many of them
rushing out to the gates,
waiting to hear
the faint bells of the
balloon man.

With whistles, balloons,
Ribbons and hats, he
Came there everyday.
Little feet jumping up
trying hard to reach
up to grab themselves
each a balloon.

Little boys like whistles
Little girls like balloons
And ribbons. She had
wanted them too.Any-
one would do.

She never came out of
The school gates today.
She would never.I
bought a red one.
A little red balloon.

I let it go, up-up
And away.
I want her to have it
up there.
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  1. ioio13 July 2007 at 21:25

    "I want her to have it up there!"

    Heart is falling out of chest...this line is so beautiful. I think I'd choose a red balloon, too!

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  2. Erica14 July 2007 at 03:46

    very very sweet!!!

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  3. DreamCatcher15 July 2007 at 16:59

    such innocent prayer..:)so lovely

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  4. Kush16 July 2007 at 11:28

    Promising write!

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  5. Julia Phillips Smith16 July 2007 at 21:44

    "I stood there like any
    other day."
    I like how the opening gives a sense of foreboding. And then:
    "She had
    wanted them too.Any-
    one would do.
    She never came out of
    The school gates today"
    Very dramatic. This is like a short film, very powerful visuals, and I can hear the children and the whistles.

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  6. Anonymous17 July 2007 at 14:50

    u cried reading hindi one!!! OMG

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