BUBBLES

If seas, like blanket, fold

And trees are tied in a bundle

And plants hold hands in shrubbing

Where will humans be?

If the land, like cloth folds

And the sky shatters into pieces

And darkness assumes its original position

Where will humans be?

Bubbles, that’s what we are

Beings are bubbles bubbling

Bubbling beautifully with the air

The same air which bursts our bubbles

Tags FEMALE POETS OF AFRICA, Life, POETRY.

By amoafowaa

Just a simple Ghanaian trying to find the best in our society. I may be fun, I may be interesting, I may be funny, I may even be foolish or intelligent, but it is all based on the mood in which you find yourself. I believe our minds make us who we are. Know that, pain, no matter its 'unbearability', is transient. Unburden or delight yourself for a while in my writings please. And all corrections, advice and opinions are welcome. Know that you are the king, queen or royal on this blog. :)

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6 replies on “BUBBLES”

The air same as the bubble and we filled with the same air. Into there is another. What starts as one becomes part of all. It’s what I like saying” this is the whole, that is the whole , wholeness comes from wholeness, wholeness remains.

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