BubblesA Poem by Riley
Slowly, the wand is pulled
a gentle action with such carefulness; no reaction a soft sigh, a gruesome breath each bubbles leave results in death. But, what do we see in a bubble? for four split seconds we can see a rainbow, a clear glass, our reflection a mirror of soap and water washes over our sins, our mistakes, our regrets, in just four seconds. Until finally, the winds blow pushes too far or a blade of grass cuts deep, the bubble pops, our soul is breached.
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1 Review Added on March 26, 2018 Last Updated on April 8, 2018 AuthorRileyWatertown, NYAboutHello all, this is the journal of my mind where I can say anything I want, to a group of strangers. No judgement, no vain comments, just a group of people who admire the same art. I look forward to re.. more..Writing
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