Bubbles, bubbles,

easy to make.

Bubbles, bubbles,

easy to break.


Bubbles, bubbles,

with every breath.

Bubbles, bubbles,

flying distant.


Bubbles, bubbles,

carry wonder.

Bubbles, bubbles,

torn asunder.


Bubbles, bubbles,

blown by me.

Bubbles, bubbles,

set me free.


Art Motivational Unclassified Poetry

John Reyes View All →

"A tramp, a gentleman, a poet, a dreamer, a lonely fellow, always hopeful of romance and adventure." ~Charlie Chaplin

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