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Girl with Bubbles
Iridescent spheres floating in springtime air
Childish giggles, sweet coos of innocence
All worlds cease breathing, the angels watch
their young charge delight in dancing
Dish-soap bubbles in the air.
Bluebell eyes widen with wonder
golden ringlets flying in rhythm
pattering of itty-bitty feet
“Mama, I catch bubbles!”
Sweet babyish voice crows in triumph
radiant, confident in accomplishment
Impermanent ethereal sphere
Carefully cradled in tiny little hands
Childish giggles, sweet coos of innocence
All worlds cease breathing, the angels watch
their young charge delight in dancing
Dish-soap bubbles in the air.
Bluebell eyes widen with wonder
golden ringlets flying in rhythm
pattering of itty-bitty feet
“Mama, I catch bubbles!”
Sweet babyish voice crows in triumph
radiant, confident in accomplishment
Impermanent ethereal sphere
Carefully cradled in tiny little hands
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