The BubbleA Poem by Ink Angelthis one is about the weather, again! another wet day here.The Bubble Sitting here in my grey bubble, Hovering in time. Cold inside and out, capsulated by emptiness. Waiting for the sun to come. Watching for a glint of fun. Fill my heart with the essence of sun light Reflecting all the colours of the earth A rainbow arch of coloured light Envelops my soul Lifting me up on high As I spread my peacock feathers; For the passersby, Performing now The sun is in the sky The sun..... It’s like a magic spell, Hocus Pocus When the sun breaks through I start to dance an Irish Jig Seeing the world now,
through another lens Prism lights that reflect back the beauty Of it all, now I’m having a ball. © 2012 Ink AngelFeatured Review
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Added on April 29, 2012Last Updated on April 29, 2012 AuthorInk AngelReading, United KingdomAboutI love to write poetry, love to read poetry, love of graffiti, Art, Angels and photography. I have recently had my poem break of Day pubished and another about the Green man will be published soon :).. more..Writing
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