Small Worlds In Fragile Bubbles
Poetry
I watched her wave the wand,
creating bubbles.
Some didn’t last,
but a few clung to life,
shining brightly like alternate worlds,
worlds far out of reach.
And the smaller bubbles
I watched her wave the wand,
creating bubbles.
Some didn’t last,
but a few clung to life,
shining brightly like alternate worlds,
worlds far out of reach.
And the smaller bubbles
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A few words can change lives.