Bursting The Bubbles
When after the sunrise traffic begins to roll
in the morning, Mary goes out for a stroll.
From soap water can someone she doesn’t see,
blows large bubbles that glide her past with glee.
The morning sun glistens on her blonde hair,
flashes colors on the bubbles flying in the air.
She sees them as soaring big pearls that glow,
but she knows inside they are all hollow.
The bubbles waft toward the blue sky,
until they couldn’t float up much high.
Winding slowly in cluster they come down
to touch softly her side-turned tilted crown.
Her fingers silently burst the bubbles one by one,
the sprinkle of delight she senses with great fun.
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