Category : Poems

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Bubbles are floating and floating around.
I blow them up and they slowly glide down.
Sparkles of blue and pink in them I see
As they glisten in the sunlight for me.
I give a blow and shoot one up high,
And slowly I watch it go up into the sky.
Then gliding down I watch them all come,
When hitting the grass, they all succumb.
I put in my wand and pull out some more bubbles,
For blowing them up seems to lesson my troubles.

© Copyright 1997 by Jean E. Gorney