Bubbles

2022-09-28 — Poetry · Poems — Tags: time, memory, mortality


Days are where we measure time



Waking up from bramble beds



Look in mirror at the lines



Shed a tear for those now dead



They bubble up into our minds



Make us laugh or cry instead



Special friends are golden finds



We regret what we never said



Speak of love and other signs



Love is always better fed



With soft spoken words intertwined



Days are where we measure time




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