Floating way up high
Some Special magic in the sky
Above the trees, above us all
You start to think it could never fall
A symbol of summer, and kids at play
Who would want it any other way?
This spirit is oh so free
All a human could never be.
But soon it comes falling down
It pops and than it hits the ground
I lose my trance, I lose my hope
For a bubble is now nothing but soap
I mourn, but know it's not goodbye
For this memory could never die
Fill my soul with childhood laughs
Before It’s too late, and in the past.
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Sadie Hodges
I'm just a random person who is very odd.
Comments (1)
Your poems are very insightful