Look at the floating bubbles!
With colours of the rainbows,
Rising gently to the open blue sky,
Happiness for all.
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Very poetic observation. Sometimes we are like the bubbles. We may be here only for a short time to share our (inner) beauty with the world before we move on (PS: I put here inner, 'cause whatever little bit I had of outer is fading so fast, haha)
Suspended only for a moment. And such it is with life. The beauty of youth, like the bubbles so colorful and bright, is ever fleeting. We morph to old age. And then, are gone. Fine job. Full of depth, I love it. 10
Excellent observation With rhymes...! That it is your beautiful Brain-cells and sight That you saw and expressed...! Sylva-MD-Poetry