Out of time, suspended

I hold you in my thoughts

Like I would a bubble in my hands:

So as to see it fly,

I softly blow on it,

And watch it as it floats beautifully in the air.

Out of time, suspended.

But what if it bursts?

I can’t be scared,

So I hold it carefully,

My evanescent treasure,

Hoping the wind won’t come too strong,

Yet strong enough for it to strive,

For its colors to burst

Like fireworks in my soul.

bubble

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