A soap bubble between you and me

You and I are blowing soap bubbles by the sea.

All the big bubbles burst high in the sky,

survived by two minute, one from you, one from me. 

They collide and unite in front of our eyes,

are blown bigger and bigger by each breath of our souls. 

The bubble gives out our laughters and cries,

and attracts us like a Black Hole.

Its growing size forces us to retreat,

to keep the bubble live as a whole. 

Our hands are never able to meet, 

because we are pushed far apart by the joy of our souls.