Bubble Poem

Bubble Poem Elisa

Each one of us has there own secret bubble.
In witch we fly around the world.
We go as high as we can
Have a little moment to look down and see
what a small world this is
.
See the colours and the shapes
The bubble protect us from the rain
Inside this bubble we are weightless
Inside we see things bright
.
But when we’ll get to high
the sun will dry the bubble
We’ll fall down on our pillow
And dream about our dreams
.
Elisa
Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: