The Bubbles
A puff of air from the mouth
Will turn the fluid into
Lots of flying bubbles
Reflecting the glorious lights
From the universe
Colourful though they are
Unreachable daydreaming
The hands will finally remain empty
Hopes blossoming though they are
The bubbles will finally burst and disappear
Like the wind
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