Our Home
Earth as a bubble full of pain, hunger, death.
But outside this bubble we live in, is a beautidul place full of color, hope, amazment,
life.
Our bubble is crupted unlike the life that surrounds us.
Looking up at the moon, stars, planets, sun.
I stop and just wish for a hopeful furter that resebles the universe.
In that, hope will bloom and breath in a new begging that will make this bubble
accually become our Earth.
Our home.
Copyright © Tausha Woodard | Year Posted 2011
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