Bubble Poetry

gedicht, Inernational Blowing Bubbles Day

Iris Roggema brought me this poetry found in the streets of Nijmegen, which she was made aware of by a friend of her’s. How social media can be great!
in my poor translation:

.           go          or
.           blow      drift
every  some     a bit
one     bubbles around

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