joy

A Poem by Pale Rose

Joy like a bubble grows
filling with comfort and love
rounder and rounder, larger and larger
Joy like a bubble grows

and bursts
ruptures as the dream ends
only a figment, the comfort
love is really hate
Joy like a bubble bursts

someday,
someday it will fill again
but it will always burst

© 2009 Pale Rose

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Added on May 5, 2009
Last Updated on May 27, 2009

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Pale Rose

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Poetry is the ultimate expression of humanity. It is the only tool we have to express the depth of our emotions and suffering. As for my own, I see the dark side of life and find it beautiful. I seek .. more..