A buoyant bubble floated by
Borne upon the breeze
A buoyant bubble hanging there
In days as long as these
That buoyant bubble bore inside
A hundred hopes and dreams
That buoyant bubble full of wishes
Glistens and it gleams
The buoyant bubble on the breeze
It starts and then it stops
I go to catch the buoyant bubble
It pops
Picture courtesy of http://www.flickr.com/photos/ferran-jorda/2903135140 / Creative Commons
This poem was inspired by a beautiful haiku by Annette Rochelle Aben – you can check it out here: https://annetterochelleaben.wordpress.com/2015/07/30/ageless-wonder/
A Certain Point of View 
I think the first poem I ever wrote was about bubbles (I was 9), and I think it was as sad as yours. :}
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Uh, not sad as in bad, but sad as in how it makes me feel all wistful.
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I understood 🙂 Thanks Teresa
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Oh, good! 😀
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Such delight and I am honoured to be associated with your offering on the topic of bubbles. I felt as though I were following a sacred journey trying to decide whether or not to risk a tender touch! ❤
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Ah, that tender interface between dreams and reality 🙂
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