Friday, 4 November 2016

Bubble poem

In the air there is a flexible, wobbly, shiny and wet bubble that looks like a ball. Flying away in the air with the wind the bubble gently wobbles to the sky. With a single drop from the bubble is like a drop of the rain but a poisoned. When the wind is not howling the bubble can come down to the ground and gently pop.

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