Evanescence
Dear Soap Bubble,
bright focus
in an air-light reflection
of the ephemeral beauty
of this world
diaphanous soul
in despair
sincere
fearful
innocent
hesitating
uncertain
distrustful
pure
Emotional universum
rumbling inside the anima
of a tiny simple
passionate creature
I shall enjoy thy sight
Shall I live in fear
for you not to burst
Shall I be the wind
to blow tenderly
directing thy path
Thy shelter shall I be
I surrender myself to thee
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