Autumn Tears
Brisk early fall morning,
warm funnel cake meal.
Awaiting a fiery roar,
in Balloon Fiesta’s field.
Colors and designs billow,
dancing with wind and heat.
Morning’s lips slightly part,
glistening dawn taking seat.
The Balloon Glow commences,
burners ignite in raucous cry.
Autumn tears soon to arise,
crying upside down into the sky.
EaS
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