Bubble

The bubble reflects

my dream so perfectly

it could be made of glass.

Perhaps it is made of glass

as the sharp leaves don’t break it.

Even in the blizzard

it just rests there,

waiting.


By Lynn White

From: United Kingdom

Website: https://lynnwhitepoetry.blogspot.com

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