Poems/Key

I crushed the bubbles in my palm

then pitied their delicate frame,

their key lime cool was crisp and calm,

I crushed the bubbles in my palm.

regrettably, their salve, their balm

had yet to have substance or name.

I crushed the bubbles in my palm

then pitied their delicate frame.

Lone Wolf1990 (talk) 23:06, May 15, 2013 (UTC)