Bubbles transform, swirl, float
Their light reflecting a thousand promises
You laugh and jump high
breathlessly wanting to catch their magic
Delicate creatures floating high above you
Dreams softly drifting through space
Pop!
Tiny drops of water splatter over your flushed face
magic immerses into your skin
And you look up to the heavens.
Lovely. I hope the magic is immersing you. xo
PoP, Magical, Yeah! I did feel it
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“Delicate creatures floating high above you…” I especially like this part because when I look closely, I can see various shapes or even animals in the world of bubbles. AHA! Thank you for sharing this unique story.
It’s quite mesmerising, isn’t it? You see children completely captured by bubbles and the magic comes alive.
Thank you for your kind words
That IS magic!
Thank you
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