where butterflies and bubbles dream (a poem about a memory)
The story
bright colours move across my face
a butterfly takes gentle place
wings of pinks, purples and gold
a tiny story gently told
painted wings that flutter light
catching rays of golden bright
every smile becomes a part
of this unique work of art
bubbles rise like floating beads
catching light in glimmering steeds
they drift and dance around my face
mirroring colours with beautiful Grace
each bubble holds a memory so small
reflecting shadows that softly fall
painted wings and spheres gleam
like sunlight shown inside a dream
bubbles drift through velvet air
softly spiralling everywhere
they sparkle in the dim-lit room
like rising sparks that chase the gloom
now years have passed
the day is still
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but in my mind I feel the thrill
the colourful wings, the bubbles gleam
a solstices light, a passing dream
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Sorry, don't quite see it the same way 😅. the whole butterfly and bubble thing seems a bit over the top. maybe it's just me, but i also think life ain't always that dreamy. i prefer things simple and straight. reminds me of when i was a kid, sure i loved watching bubbles float, but not everything has to have a deep meaning. sometimes it's just about enjoying the moment. any chance you're looking for something more practical? dreams are nice, but reality can be good too.
thank you for your understanding of it but it has nothing to do with reality it's literally about a memory I have of when I was little with a butterfly painted on my face at a party with bubbles. when I feel low this memory makes me happy