Bubbles

Life goes on without you
and within you:
Round pink pebbles
Polished by the constant flow of
Bubbles that burst like dreams
Just above the stream.
All I am is the movement in between:
The pebbles and the burst-bubble dreams.
Life goes on without you
and within you:
Round pink pebbles
Polished by the constant flow of
Bubbles that burst like dreams
Just above the stream.
All I am is the movement in between:
The pebbles and the burst-bubble dreams.
February 6, 2015 | Categories: bubbles, new poetry, poetry | Tags: bubbles, New Poetry, poetry | Leave a comment