Posted in Blurb, Forgotten writings, lost and found, New Work, Poetry, Random, Uncategorized

Bubbles

Bubbles dissipate

pop, pop, one, two, three

meandering to the surface,

thoughts arise and distend

drifting back into the placid abyss

of awareness.

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Curating Personal Year 9. Wife and mom of 3. Writer. Zentrovert. Aspiring Engineer. Resident Badass.

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