A Christmas Ball

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic


Coming down a Christmas tree
No longer shall I exist to be.

Brothers and sisters red, green and blue
All these lights now shine for you.

As I near the ground so close,
The ten seconde of life now froze.

Not hung well by a hand,
In thousand pieces I will land.

Wait, what’s this? I did not break at all?!
Oh I see! I am a plastic ball.

Just beneath the pike I hang up here,
Helping to bring you joy and Christmas cheer.


Submitted: May 11, 2021

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