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Cherry Bubbles
Cherry Drops on my tongue,
Awakening senses,
Evoking Memories
Childhood Encapsulated
Peopled with shadows,
Echoes of those I knew,
Those I loved,
Those I used to be.
Faded remoniscences,
Captured in cherry bubbles.
This poem was written as part of the "cotner" Colours Projects I undertook. View the project in the Colours Gallery.
