A Singing Heart
Thursday, August 16, 2007
Froth
Floating froth
Leaves a trail
Of little bubblets many,
That drift away
All alone,
In search
Of a shore unknown.
Many burst
Into a mist
A thousand particles tiny,
Abducted away,
All astray,
The breeze
Now far, far; far-away.
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