Bubbles
- writersriverside
- Apr 11, 2014
- 1 min read
Bubbles
I remember as a child
The simple past times
That brought delight.
Soapy water in a jar
A white clay pipe
Blowing bubbles
Feather-light,
Floating far away on high
Against blue satin Summer skies.
Magical spheres
Of shimmering gold
Glistening in rainbow tints
Purple, green, pink,
Fragile globes of transparent beauty
Too delicate to hold.
Bubbles
Existing so briefly
Evaporating like childhood
Yet leaving an Indelible memory.
Patricia (c) Petres.
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