I was without for a week, going to the library when I could, but now I have it back...made me realize how addicted I am.
This poem is from the other day...untitled...
I saw a silvery
balloon this morning
in the sky.
It was floating,
following the breeze,
aimless, light,
lofty, calm.
I wanted to be that balloon.
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I read all your poems till here, and though I liked the imagery and your choice of words, I felt all of them could do with some work...
This however, was perfect... :)
What a beautiful feeling!!!
I also wanted to know whether you'd like to exchange links.. let me know!
-Ayesha.
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