I am the red balloon
I float across the sky watching from afar
I see everything and everyone
But nobody sees me they see nothing but there own life’s
I see business men on trips with there mistress
I see mothers crying over there dead baby’s
I am the red Balloon
I glide across the ground and float over the muddy puddles
No one looks at with love
I see there pain, there tears, no children laugh in play
I care none for them and none of them care for me
I have no fear for I have nothing to lose
I am the red Balloon full of pain
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the view point is interesting like how you made the balloon alive good job :)