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the bubbles
her bubbles they drew me in
a tickle upon the breeze
time to wander
time to seize
an open window
put in place
seeking solace
in a glowing face
a showing up
upon your coast
a not knowing
or care to boast
succumbing
to senses setting forth
caressing
the sun and her giving warmth
I bathe in her beauty
simplicity in splendour
nothing less
nothing more
a tickle upon the breeze
time to wander
time to seize
an open window
put in place
seeking solace
in a glowing face
a showing up
upon your coast
a not knowing
or care to boast
succumbing
to senses setting forth
caressing
the sun and her giving warmth
I bathe in her beauty
simplicity in splendour
nothing less
nothing more
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