I'm foreva blowing

[billy]

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

an excellent little poem and bubble.
nothing to add apart from you can write
everything and then align it all once

in order to save a lot of work though at the moment it's broke
and now it's fixed


thanks for a bright and refreshing read