A bubble am I. Born from confluence Of water and air; Instantaneous in birth. Wearing a sheen of light I let go of my roots And float about. Perhaps of no use to anyone, Except that little girl Whose face lights up in smile, On seeing me dance In the barmy breeze. A bubble am I. Carried by my brethren, Savouring my moments; Of my brief existence. Nothing to lose nor gain From the vagabond existence. When its time, I leave not a trace, Before merging with my brethren.
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Thanks for sharing your thoughts with us. It’s a precarious existence being a bubble, so much to take in in so short a time.
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Very true….fending off the troubles while managing to stay afloat and assimilating as much as one can, while being a simultaneous source of joy and happiness for others. Thank you so much for a great prompt. 😊🙏
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So beautiful how you made a bubble come alive.
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Tried a metaphor of life. So Happy that you liked it. Thank you. 😊🙏
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