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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