Air - Poem by Vera Sidhwa
I skipped and jumped,
With red ribbons on my hair,
That floated on the air.
He bounced his ball,
That went rolling around,
And kicked it from ground to air.
She held the ballons,
Some red and a fell blue,
And she flailed them through the air.
He flew an international flight,
With roaring engine sounds,
Which hurtled through the air.
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