Bubbles Poem by Dawn Jardine
Bubbles
Floating freely with the wind,
like a bird on a bright summer's day.
Escaping miseries and cares and screams.
Almost invisible to the eye,
swirling colors drifting by.
Floating up and up and up,
avoiding children trying to make you pop.
You fly and float and freely sway,
trying to stay alive some way.
But eventually you will pop,
like the millions around you all the same.
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