happiness is like bubbles.
beautiful, amazing, spreading
joy to everyone around,
light, free, careless.
but so easily burst when
it hits the ground or
a gust of wind is too strong or
it just dries out.
happiness is like bubbles.
fleeting, beautiful, majestic,
but with a sad nostalgic beauty,
like a young life so tragically cut short.
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Pulvis et Umbra
Poetrywe write our stories on the silver black clear canvasses of our lives these are my stories i build them so you can relate and perhaps we won't be so alone *** "I really love these poems. They help me find myself in worlds where there is no one lef...
