BALLOON SELLER

Image by Silvio Zimmermann from Pixabay 

End of festive days,
smiles, high-fives and yays.
Everyone shall return
to their warm homes
untouched by gloomy air
a percent of which
fill my balloon pairs...
My balloon pairs...
They trap your gloomy air
tied around tight,
not to escape into the wild.
The kids shall have fancy toys,
back to their homes, masked in joys
but they shall miss my balloon pairs
until the year brings the festive fairs!

SPARK OF LOVE

Image by Jackson David from Pixabay 

your cheeks will turn red,
the winter grow frozen,
when I hold your hands
amidst the pavement crowd,
masked and quick.

whispering mothers,
yelling storekeepers
chaotic footsteps
and chirping sparrows
all shall be insignificant!

I will hold your hands
as we walk unheeded
through the stores downtown,
and you shall fall in love,
one more time, ten years after!

DIAMONDS IN MY POCKET

Image by 3209107 from Pixabay 

I followed the trail to my past
with no answers at present.
Dull, remorseful life preyed on me
like the droughts prey on farmer's will.
I walked hesitated, 
hoping for no gold
when the seas threw plenty 
of stones on my shore...
I picked them up,
stored in my pockets
for reasons none
I can boldly explain.
Along the night's darkness,
I walked into fear and fright...
and then the stones glowed:
my pockets had diamonds of my life!