I feel like a mixture of soap and water turned into a bubble.
So delicate!
Even faint wind can bring my demise.I ask what do bubbles think when they float in thin air?
How delicate!
is there an urge to just pop and drop?I think as a bubble when I float freely without a care.
I'm delicate.
Then faint wind blows, I pop and drop.I'm again a mixture of soap and water.
I no longer wish to fly and be delicate.
I just want to be settled and cared for.照実
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Fixed
PoetryWritten in this book are poems for the broken wishing to be fixed or repaired rather than fixed or to remain in the same place. In this collection, you can read the challenge and growth of the author themselves... it there is any. After all, it is...