Blowing Bubbles
by Paul Holmes
Carried on a soft whisper
Of a breeze
Little bubbles float aloft,
Delighting little children
With such simple pleasures;
A kaleidoscope of colours
Swirl around in circles
In rich fluidity
Of amethyst
And jade,
Sapphire
And gold;
Sadly, soon
Obliterated,
Erased out of existence.
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