10-20-2012, 06:54 AM
I was born a bubble
from spittle-chased lips I slipped
blown into being on a raspberry breeze
I rose over summer gardens, weightless on giggles
meniscus glistening with twirling colours
welcomed by my mother’s arms
I aged on her palm
from spittle-chased lips I slipped
blown into being on a raspberry breeze
I rose over summer gardens, weightless on giggles
meniscus glistening with twirling colours
welcomed by my mother’s arms
I aged on her palm

