You ran and the balloons <br /> swirled <br /> around you. <br />Pink and blue and yellow, <br />dying soft deaths on the grass, <br /> brushing your bare ankles. <br />There were hundreds of them, <br />maybe twenty, <br />pink blue yellow, <br /> floating, <br />towards you. <br /> You danced, <br /> turned, <br />looked at me through the sun, <br />and, laughing, pierced my heart.<br /><br />Oliver Roberts<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/balloons-6/
