The Bubble
By Lynxear
Breathing life into soapy film, watching it grow so round and perfect. The sunlight, dancing a rainbow of color upon its swirling surface. Breaking free, it floats on currents. We gaze in fascination as it rises to great heights or falls to the earth, only to rise again, to our relief. Don’t try to protect it, for it is a free spirit with a will of its own to be enjoyed. If it is touched, directed or corralled in any manner, it will burst and all is lost. Love can be like that bubble.... (c) Jim May/98 Written May 1st, 1998 © on Nov 29 2001 12:03 PM PST 0 • 8
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