B U B B L E S !
Dreams are bubbles - precious things
Fragile to the touch
Made of shine and glisten
And happiness and such
Transparent or Translucent
Or solid as a stone
The dream may come with company
Or still succeed alone
Free above the worries
Sliding past the pain
Gliding through eternity
These bubbles ease the strain
Some are quick as lightning
And some are thunder slow
But all live while you let them
Blow bubbles --- Grow!
Copyright december 17, 2003 -- Laurie Elizabeth Bell -- All Rights reserved
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