Blowing Bubbles
Two breaths, she and I at one time,
One brightest pink wand freshly wet dipped,
Translucent rainbow film sublime,
Dreams of enchanted love gently sipped.
Quivering, weightless half moons gleefully dancing,
Newly full from the circle into the breeze.
Both she and I upward, expectantly glancing,
At orbs like swallows amongst greenest of trees.
Some burst on creation's delicate leafy touch,
Each heart yearning to meet the bluest of sky.
Floating bubbles of youth anticipating much.
Hoping our breaths together may never die.
9/11/17
Help Me Fall In Love
Judged 09-14-17
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