puisi tentang kebebasan dan perpisahan
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The Floating Balloon
Dear sky, today I write with a smile,
as I watch the red balloon rise,
its ribbon slipping through fingers,
like whispers of promises, unfulfilled.
Below, a faded store sign watches,
letters worn by time and sun,
its silence louder than words.The balloon dances with the breeze,
a carefree wanderer in the blue,
while …