Shriveled up, popped balloons cover rainbows.
Confetti is swept away in time.
The festivity has seized to exist.
-But I remain here standing still.
Confetti- glitter is swept under the rug of time.
-But I am the smoke still lingering behind.
I remain here ascending,
from the ashes of a strawberry incense.
-But I am the smoke still lingering behind.
My identity evaporates into thin air.
I come from the ashes of strawberry innocence.
I look back at the cherry wood incense holder and reminisce.
My identity equates to invisibility in this world because
the jollity has seized to exist.
I look back at the cherry wood incense holder and remember
Shriveled up, popped balloons deflate happiness but not my identity.
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Zari's Diary
Hey everyone! I'm Zari welcome to my diary! I started this blog to express and discuss my passion for writing, crochet, art, singing, dance, and poetry! Yes! I'm very talented! Follow me as I create!
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This is beautiful!!! I absolutely loveeee the last part about the shriveled up balloons deflating happiness but not identity! That was so powerful!
This was so beautiful!
Beautiful indeed. Well done.