See them rise, float away and gently burst.
Innocently the child blowing them didn't know
he was creating a perfect metaphor for life.
Short, but sweet. Good work. I have to agree with my darling friend Allie.......perfect 10
Sometimes you touch the soul of life with a feather. This is beautiful. love, Allie xxxx
I love the depth of this Jerry, the transient image of the floating bubbles, the innocence of the child - and finally, the bubbles gently bursting. A delicately crafted yet deeply profound piece of poetry. Justine xx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love this seeing that I wrote a poem for my children called 'bubbles'. Light bubbles but deep water Jerry! You're a bubble of wisdom. Karin Anderson