bubbles

[desmond dillon]

we are bubbles blown by the grace of god.

some are big and some are small

and some don't last long at all

and then;  every single one

will pop.

we do not own our life;

it is on lease.

we all live on the edge of the very next breath

riding the crest of life's wave of fire.

there is a silent song singing inside

that dispels all fears and worldly desire.

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[janice wilson]

wonderful

[Eva Libre]

thank you