Somewhere on a balcony above me
someone blows bubbles into a morning sky;
now caught up in the wind they float
in all colors by my window.
This stranger and I
share a small expression of life;
the simple joy in this moment.
Dawn breaks on the horizon
and I tell myself I must experience
more of these “moments” in my life,
before I, too, drift away...
like bubbles in the sky.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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