Blowing Bubbles
Warm sunshine touches my face, and I begin to blow bubbles
I wonder and wait to see how big or small you'll be,
Iridescent and beautifully floating carefree through the air.
I wish it was me instead of you.
Giggles escape as the school girl I used to be emerges.
I blow more bubbles as I dance and twirl about,
Around me the country fields of hope spring up
As the bubbles beautifully float carefree about me.
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