Delicate dreams
Fragile and free
Float on air
In their vulnerability
And when all is quiet
I realize
All I’ve ever done
Is blow empty bubbles
To no one there
Delicate dreams
Fragile and free
Float on air
In their vulnerability
And when all is quiet
I realize
All I’ve ever done
Is blow empty bubbles
To no one there
Poems and Petals 
Beautiful poem. And amazing photo! I’ve never seen a photo of bubbles like this. I’m a fan.
LikeLike
Thank you so much, I felt the bubbles really needed a poem!
LikeLiked by 1 person
And you killed it! Well done!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you! 🙂
LikeLike
Lovely imagery.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you very much!
LikeLiked by 1 person
I love this poem! You’ve captured the beauty of bubbles perfectly. 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you so much! 🙂
LikeLike
Beautifully sad. 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you!
LikeLiked by 1 person
I cannot find words to describe how wonderful this poem is. It’s how a lot of people feel. So poetic!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you so much! Very kind of you 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
beautiful…….
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you, Sudhir! 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
So sad, bubbles and your speaker thinks she’s only blown empty dreams . Dreams might be fragile but they’re still there. You have hope and keep dreaming. Sometimes things take time. Lovely writing
LikeLike
Marvellously profound and clever in its simplicity. A fine poem.
LikeLike