It comes from a bottle
Filled with liquid soap
Blown away by children
Filled with hope
They hope it lives long
They hope it is strong
But sometimes they're right
And other times they're wrong
It lives a life of thrills
Never once plans it's day
Instead it waits for the wind
And then gets carried away
YOU ARE READING
Through poetry, I fly
PoetryPoetry is the door to a new world. A world that lives through the magic of words. Poetry is my way of making the impossible, possible and I'd love to share that with you through this book. Enjoy reading!
