A petite mess of style and substance. A Melbourne writer. A controversial bitch daring you to see our world differently.

Blowing Bubbles

I am blowing bubbles

Blowing bubbles into the sky

Turning liquid into love

With a gentle kiss

One by one

The bubbles burst

Out from my magic wand

Spinning and dancing

They hover in the air

As if waiting

For me to dance too

I smile

And my foolishness

Makes me reach out my hand

I want to touch their beauty

And feel the bubbles on my skin

But they shy away from

My movement

Or even disappear

Momentarily I am puzzled

And even a little disappointed

But you see my bubbles

Are teaching me a lesson on life

Sometimes we cannot hold

Onto all that we want

Sometimes something beautiful

Must only be admired

What should last forever

May crumble beneath our hands

But these same hands

Have the power to create magic:

It is up to us which one we choose.

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