Red, blue, green, or pink
They float
Almost fly
Yet, always falling,
Forever falling
A breath of air gives lift once more
To a solitarily sphere, making it soar
Then again falling,
Forever falling
A small hand’s touch
Offers hope of flight
Yet downward it crawls
Seeking repose
Forever falling
Green daggers quietly await the sinking vessel
Innocent blades so fair and calm
receive their victim with open arms
Forever falling no more
Small tears now falling
Tiny globes of sadness
But neither wind nor touch
Can keep these droplets afloat
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