A little butterfly walks home,
with footprints collecting memories,
Far above the happy rainbow,
Children cheer over bubbles,
And once upon a summer,
she dared to dream..
of polite smiles and gentle hugs,
Those coloured bangles make tinkling sounds,
When rain visited briefly,
The stained glass painted windows now
have wrinkles,
Whilst i still await,
That narrow pathway smells of woodspice,
Where we walked - quite more than often,
Would you still be there,
Blocking my tears,
Clutching a bagful of balloons -
just like some autumns back?
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Submission Name: A bagful of balloons
