Blueth Heaven Poem by Echo of the forest
Blueth Heaven
Rating: ★5.0
In your pocket
there was always
a pink Hubba-Bubba
with original flavour
we used to share it fifty-fifty
but only you knew
to make a balloon
filled with your hot air
lifting you up
till the blueth heaven
from where I was
I shouted:
are the stars real?
but only real wishes
could reach your ear
Saturday, March 12, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: flying,love
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painted by Adrian Borda
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10/30/2025 7:36:45 PM # 1.0.0
from where I was I shouted: are the stars real? but only real wishes could reach your ear very nice poem and wonderful graphic. thank u dear poet. tony