Our Bubble
OUR BUBBLE
Shining, round. Perfect seed:
the bubble of our dream
shining round. Perfect seed
in a world unguaranteed,
where nothing is what it might seem.
Our bubble floats on a stream
shining. Round, perfect seed.
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Chosen word is "bubble"
Written by Sydney Peck
Entered in Nette Onclaud's ALPHABETS OF RONDELET
Copyright © Sidney Beck | Year Posted 2012
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