on July 25, 2013 by lavenderdoors in Blossoms poetry and writing collection, Comments (2)
Joy of writing
It is like feelings bubbling up to the surface knowing that they will turn into something essential for life. It sounds like oxygen.
on July 25, 2013 by lavenderdoors in Blossoms poetry and writing collection, Comments (2)
It is like feelings bubbling up to the surface knowing that they will turn into something essential for life. It sounds like oxygen.
Mike
July 28, 2013 @ 2:45 am
But it could just as easily be bath farts…
lavenderdoors
July 28, 2013 @ 5:24 am
The tales they could tell, Now what rhymes with tell,
Well, a deep vertical tunnel where the water comes from. Well,
Soft bubbles, warm bubbles, air breathing bubbles.
Tickling soothing liberating bubbles.
Smelly Bubbles.