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.

 

2 Comments

  1. mike.thornbury

    Mike

    July 28, 2013 @ 2:45 am

    But it could just as easily be bath farts… :)

  2. lavenderdoors

    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.

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