Bubbles

Old poem from 2007

There are lots of bubbles
floating over the sky
Makes my heart rumbles
makes my soul fly.

One of them dropped suddenly
I concerned and ran
She couldn't be lonely
won't be able to survive.

She fell so fast
my hand missed a skip
the bubble died at last
made my heart rip.

Why was I sad?
It wasn't alive
I felt so mad
it was so my desire.

The drops evaporated
and then I realized
the drops transformed
into a newly life.

How happy I felt
I still can't explain
but it felt so well
I remember it everyday.