Soap Bubble Dreams
As tiny globes they float,
Wearing a rainbow coat,
Filled with young breath they glow,
The soap bubble dreams we blow.
Pop! They burst with stranger’s touch,
In the windless sky, away from our clutch.
...Life is rife with lies we tweak,
A hideout from our miseries!
Flightless wings and wailing dreams,
Are a kick back to reality!
Copyright © Anula Aboobacker | Year Posted 2011
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