Bubbles

Bubbles

Sir John Millais, 1906

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Blowing Bubbles

~~~

Carried

Upon a soft whisper

Of a breeze,

Bubbles float aloft

Delighting little children

With such simple pleasures;

A kaleidoscope of colours

Swirl around,

Crazy circles

In rich fluidity

Of amethyst

And jade,

Sapphire

And gold.

Sadly, soon

To be obliterated,

Erased out of existence.

Lips tremble,

But smiles

Return again

As soon as

Lips are pursed,

A gentle breath

Gives birth

To another

Gem of wonder -

A Bubble,

A Child’s rainbow globe;

Tenuous, momentary,

But a dream

Of beautiful fragility

That captivates

A sense of wonder.

Generations come and go

But this thrill will never die.

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