Snapshot: Blowing Bubbles in a Field

I could not help but fall in love;
She knew no pointless stricture —
Just blowing bubbles carelessly
As pretty of a picture

As I had ever hoped to see.
All at the close of day —
I could help but fall in love,
For live is weird
That way

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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