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Give me a big bouquet of bubbles
Their beauty shining in the sun
I know one cannot own –
And beauty stands alone,
Belongs to everyone.
Midas couldn’t have been happier
With all his gold,
Nor Croesus with all his wealth
Than am I in my castle in the sky.
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©Denise G Allen, 31 May 2013 08:09
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31/05/2013 at 8:23 am
lovely one adee, I’d love a bouquet
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02/06/2013 at 8:30 am
Just how flimsy beauty can be, but yet mountainous vistas have such beauty as well.
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31/05/2013 at 9:06 am
Pop!
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02/06/2013 at 8:31 am
…goes the weasel, lol!
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03/06/2013 at 1:32 am
😀
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31/05/2013 at 9:26 am
Gorgeous word picture, adee. 🙂
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02/06/2013 at 8:31 am
Thank you, AD.
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31/05/2013 at 2:14 pm
beauty stands alone and does not belong to anyone…true that…i like hte impermanence of a bubble bouquet as well….
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02/06/2013 at 8:32 am
It can be a very transient thing…
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01/06/2013 at 5:08 am
Very, very nice! I love the ending…I may just have to steal it. It’s too good for just one poem, don’t you think?
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02/06/2013 at 8:33 am
Thank you, John. It is yours to take, after all we, most of us, build our castles in the air…
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06/06/2013 at 7:46 am
Denise, In Andalusia a few weeks ago there was a young woman. She had two cane sticks and a rope loop between. She was dipping into a bath of liquid and drawing out bubbles in the air. But the bubbles were about 2 or 3 feet across! What a sight!
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06/06/2013 at 8:05 am
http://video.about.com/familycrafts/Bubble-Wand-With-Bubbles.htm
Thanks, John. I watched a video some time ago just as you described, but can’t remember where I saw it. The above link was all I could come up with.
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