My poem, everyone loves balloons

I always go to the market
And there I see a bunch of balloons,
And there is a stop in the market,
never thinks of eating

He sees red, yellow, green, blue balloons,
It glows in the sun,
I keep watching them from afar

Some are big balloons and some are small balloons,
They are all tied by a thread,
his voice comes with the wind

Enjoy your Friday. A new poetry with new ideas. Which you like after reading
Have a Nice Day.

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