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.
I like your poem. Keep up the good work!
thank you @william8wayward
Nice poem :)
thank you, welcome