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Peter S. Quinn


From Balloon to Balloon


Falling spaces around
From balloon to balloon
Empty air inside found
In their growing cocoon
Somewhere a season
Life of going on living
In its own kind of reason
That prospects its giving

Like the beat of heart
That is inside found
Every throbbing will start
And then come around
Give and take away
To the oceans far shore
Where a rise of new day
Will begin once more

Every life form that is
Has its never-ending read
Form the times to bliss
In their growth and seed
Love is most everlasting
It’s like merry-go-round
Petals of life colorcasting
In existing battleground

Submitted: Monday, February 02, 2009
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