Unexpected visitor for M lady Pauline Marie

poem

 

 

 

Unexpected Visitor.

 

From my back window I espy

 a stray soap bubble passing by.

From whence it came I do not know

 but carried by the winds that blow.

I saw it dancing in the air

a sight which was beyond compare.

 I only wish I was as free

 as the soap bubble I can see.

The bubble goes where the wind blows

until it bursts I must suppose.

 It had no choice when it was blown

 but venture into the unknown.

I watched.it ‘til it disappeared

 carried by a wind that veered

and took it high into the sky.

 It had no time to say goodbye

but I was glad to see it go.

So when it burst I would not know.

 

31-Jul-08

 

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Reviews

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This is so sweet and lovely!
I guess almost everyone remembers having blown bubbles as a kid and wondering where they went to.
(Maybe you enjoyed my little niece's bubbles, if they were able to cross the ocean)