• introvertsandthoughts 6w

    It was the colour,
    It was the good weather,
    It was the spring and the summer,

    Naive and unaware,
    Wove a dream of happiness without a pain,
    Dreamt of peace, calm, sunshine and rain,
    Forever and ever it was the game of happiness,

    Sadly, It was only a bubble,
    Surviving against all odds,
    Floating in the air till it burst,
    Till I grew up,
    Till I saw the world outside the bubble,

    Now the bubble of colours are gone,
    I weave no dreams,
    It's already time for me to observe my children,
    Weaving the same bubble of colorful dreams.



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    Bubble of colorful dreams