Bubbles Poem by MOHAMMAD SKATI

Words become like bubbles When we just say nonsense. When everything becomes like A bar of soap in which we wash Our hands all the times. Only bars of soap can produce Pretty bubbles without end. Bubbles fly out of the cup in Which we mix water and tide detergent. Bubbles fly in the air like air Balls until they evaporate. These pretty bubbles though short-lived, but They leave endless impacts in our minds.