Against these turbid turquoise skies
The light and luminous balloons
Dip and drift like satin moons
Drift like silken butterflies;
Reel with every windy gust,
Rise and reel like dancing girls,
Float like strange transparent pearls,
Fall and float like silver dust.
Now to the low leaves they cling,
Each with coy fantastic pose,
Each a petal of a rose
Straining at a gossamer string.
Then to the tall trees they climb,
Like thin globes of amethyst,
Wandering opals keeping tryst
With the rubies of the lime.
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I like this
I think it shows the delicacy and beauty of the balloons 
I like the way he chose to use the French title 'Les Ballons' this gives it a less usual/common feel and makes it seem a bit exotic. I preferred the start of this to the end, I felt he was great at starting this I liked the alliteration here, making the poem sound beautiful
All the best to the researchers and anyone else who views this write
Pozo
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