Ramblings
Thursday, September 24, 2015
Bursting bubbles
Every memory encapsule in a bubble
floating around shinning in the sun
I wish, I could burst them all
free from memories from a past
they are not real
they are made of soap
air, water..
They´ll fly, they´ll fade.
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