Bubbles
By: Shabnam
Fragile, gossamer-like, the spheres
float above high, high, high, reaching
the sky and disappearing in an oblivion
of periwinkle blue, criss-crossed
with cotton-white clouds.
A prism of golden light strikes through
to shatter them, showering me with a thousand
broken colours, broken images, broken
dreams.
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