Poem - 02 January 2014, 19:24 Bubbles Tejas Sekhar They float, they fly; high up into the summer sky. They shine, they pop; I wish the bubble blowing wouldn't stop. Heaven-bound, Oh, how the bubbles astound! Like 0 Pin it 1 Support CosmoFunnel.com You can help support the upkeep of CosmoFunnel.com via PayPal. Views: 322 Rating: Total votes: 0 Tags: Appreciation Fun Poetry Genre: Speculative
