Bubbles
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If I knew what drowning felt like, I might say I was
If I could find myself, I would start looking
If I could become water, maybe I wouldn’t drown
The weight does feel like endless fluid
To them, i'm a queen.
Gayly waving my wand, round and round.
Bubbles: each worth a thousand points.
No, a million points.
The source of all power lies in a
Soapy sphere.
Such gentle creatures
They hold a calming trait
Giving warm, friendly features
A friend to turn to and wait
The White Snow drifting from the sky
As I stare up waiting for replies.
But the sun peaks, from behind the darkened clouds
As I seek the light, no hope is in the crowds.
