I walked on it,
Squished it just a bit.
Decided to fly.
To touch the sky.
Flew I did.
Giggled like a little kid.
The people below me waved me bye.
I waved back in reply.
I stopped after a while.
Landed in a pile
Of softness.
Bye.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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