hate to burst your bubble, but

many dreams,
like bubbles
in a child's playtime,
drift away and pop.



Poetry by arquious The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2015-04-20 at 08:09

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
This is a really nice poem. It says what needs to be said, and it does so musically. Well done!
2015-04-22


night soul woman The PoetBay support member heart!
hihi:) but that's fun too:D - bursting bubbles:D
2015-04-21



And then there's always fairy liquid;)
Nice read tfs:)
2015-04-20


Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Yes they do. It's called growing up, and it is sad.
2015-04-20


josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
Yes but thankfully we have the playtime!! :-))
2015-04-20