A million bubbles drifting in the breeze, floating and
swaying, as beautiful and unique as many wonderful dreams.
The invisible rainbow, with all colours shining, just blow a few bubbles,
something that’ll stop any whining. Perfectly symmetrical, absolutely
pure, nothing can make them defective, so says the law, of a
generation if children. Crisp on the air, clear on the eye, when they
burst, that purity dissolves, it’s no wonder we all cry why?!