Bubbles you blow them into the air
floating without being aware
that they may only be in this world
for a shortened minute
they do not care
they go up up higher
higher
higher than a telephone wire
they float and they fly
catching my eye
the bubbles with the beautiful rainbow glow
more happy
more radiant then you could ever see
ever know
If only for that tree
that pointy branched tree
near floated the bubble that once belonged to me
and pop!
Pop!
Pop!
went that bubble that no one again will ever see
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