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A Game of blowing bubbles
Children blowing Water bubbles into the air
floating, bouncing, flowing, dancing, fun
Through the ray from the universe
Transparent as it is
Winding the colorful spectrum of lights
Reflection of
Emptiness as it’s left
With no trace to be found again
Once in a while
Crystal-clear as they are
Bubbles can regenerate
Who create them?
The Children
Innocent and kind as their nature
Who create the disaster?
Awaking the Yawns lie beneath the core
the last and the biggest Water bubble
Our planet
the Earth
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