It happens again,
as my my basket of bubbles,
seems to be bursting full of happiness,
the bubbles burst and scatters as the wind blows.
Here I go,
gathering the pieces back,
thinking why do I let it happen
again and again.
Why can't I just keep it together,
and not let others be in control
of my bubbles of happiness,
but then again,
bubbles are meant to burst,
till I can get
my bubbles to be pearls
I guess my basket still
have to travel far.
rya
4.55 pm
27 January 2010
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