Its not as fantastical as you would think from the title, its for that one that has me confused. Confused to the point where I burst from reality and the comfort of that person and me.


Green Balloon on a String

Its a game of tug o war,
You pull me this way
I pull you back.

Do you understand?
The nature of me
I am capricious
I am full of glee.

Why do you make your self obscure?
The string between us
Keeps me grounded to the clouds
I am high in the sky
Yet it is you I can not see.

Merry words, terms of endearment
Channel through the string,
Call me foolish but my methods are back firing
I am caught in a current
Up High in the sky
You are unable to catch me
So I fly, loose and untied.

I Green Balloon
You my guiding hand
Find me please
Far off in another Land





Poetry by Bekim Rauseo
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Written on 2006-02-27 at 18:50

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Zoya Zaidi
A very original write, dear Bekim,
The whole idea of a kite on a string,
String in the hand of you kin,
Tugging at the string can bring you back,
All this makes a very charming read, indeed!

((((((Hugs dear Raoseu, for that lovely read))))))))

Love, xxx, Zoya
2006-02-28