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The Bubble

The bubble 

I’m a bubble, bubble of air;
	Deep in the ocean, fully aware.
Darkness my cover, cold and sad;
	Covering my soul, making me mad.
Who deserves this much loneliness?
	In the dark ocean of the emptiness.
Months have passed, years have gone;
	One day I woke up,and saw the Sun!
Love at first sight, was indeed.
	You plant your love, I grow the seed.
Darkness turns to beautiful light
	Color of sunshine a golden white.
How blind I was yesterday?
	Not knowing the light of today.
Sweet like the honey breeze at dawn;
        Taste of sunshine, glorious sun.
Love is a gift, a gift of sight;
	It lets you see, in the darkest night.
Light is love, love is warm;
	If you have it, trust the storm!
It felt lighter with warmth of love;
	caused me to fly, like a golden dove.
Higher and higher into the cloud,
	Thousands of lovers form a crowd.
Love and sunshine are both complete;
	The heart of this bubble started to beat.
Thousands of bubbles ready to burst;
	Dying from waiting, dying of thirst.
Seeking the source of silver and gold;
	The secret of Love will fully unfold.
If you are dark from lack of the light;
	Remember me, I escaped the night.
Ask and listen to what’s new to you;
	Follow and trust, if you are blue.
If I end up in the dark and deep,
	I promise you, not to cry nor weep.
Love is a gift, a gift of sight;
	It lets you see in the darkest night.
Love is light and light is warm.
	If you got it, trust the storm.



Haloo        2/8/2011

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Date: 5/25/2016 1:10:00 PM
Beautiful in content and expression, Pashang; flows and rymes really well. I have been reading some of your poems and I am impressed by your personal style of writing. ~ Regards // paul
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Pashang Salehi
Date: 5/25/2016 10:59:00 PM
Thank you Paul, to me the poem must rhyme and must have perfect structure. I am an old curious man that constantly seeking answers without knowing what question should I ask. The bubble is me................ full of nothing.
Date: 3/6/2016 4:46:00 PM
Hi Pashang, another excellent write from your pen. The bubble floats on the breath of a sigh, seeing all as it does persist on its flight until it is burst and gone. A protective bubble we can live within and Love can pass us by without us knowing especially if we have been hurt enough. Yes Pashang, Love is a gift, to be held and nourished to make its foundations strong. Your words sing in their joy of Love. Definitely a seven and into my faves Pashang....Vlad.
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Pashang Salehi
Date: 3/6/2016 5:34:00 PM
Thanks Vlad, thanks my friend. I love this poem of mine. It's me ...
Date: 10/14/2015 2:17:00 PM
I liked your poem. Thank you for sharing.
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Pashang Salehi
Date: 10/17/2015 1:28:00 PM
Thank you