Poem Hunter
MT (28/10/70 / Staffordshire, England)


Don't you love blowing bubbles?
That action of freedom
Setting perfect spheres into motion
Floating on the breeze

Displaying a multitude of colours
Sparkling in the sunlight
They just soar upwards
As if drawn to something unknown

I love blowing bubbles
Magical and fairy like play
Innocent childhood fun that
Always makes me smile

Chase after them, go on
Run so fast you just can't stop
Catch them before, they fall
To the ground and pop

Leaving just a tiny puddle
Of what they used to be
Oh, I love blowing bubbles
Come blow some bubbles with me..

: -) , for the child in all of us!

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