Voyage
Metamorphosed once
secretly in my dream
into a round and shiny bubble,
floated oh, so finely in air
from eastern to
western sky
to see the globe.
Floating lightly above
the green meadows and hills
to smell sweet fragrance,
to listen the sound of breeze,
to see playful butterflies
in lush foothills of colorful tulips.
Floated in metamorphosed form
traversed I through dark woods
and shiny grasslands,
above rivers and oceans.
How I wish to be a bubble
every night
to giggle with a quick wiggle.
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(C) Shefali
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