Through this piece of poetry I'm trying to relate the life of a short living bubble with the life of a wild, free, untamed woman.
I'm the bubble of life
Floating, flowing, bursting into thousand pieces
When a hand tries to catch me, poke me or kill me or control me
I flow harder, and go harder in different direction.
I'm not the one to be controlled or overpowered
I'll rather burst and die than being ruled.
I can be neutral or colorful
Tiny and air full
I love to float and fly around
I love to perch on merry - go - round
I love to follow that lil girly on cycle
I'll tempt her to follow me and fall on Michael
Then I'll move near them round and round
And no one will hear me,
bcoz I'm a bubble and I've got no sound .
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Untamed Souls
PoesíaI'm a wild, strong, impulsive girl and I proudly own it. This place is full of poetry celebrating true essence of sacred feminine which exists in every one of us womens. Yes! I've had my fair shares of pain and bouts of depression but all of them m...
