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YOUR DREAM... Sitting on a bench by the dark waters of the flowing river feet resting on the wet grass I blow soap bubbles into the dark grey sky and watch them vanish transparent, colourless see-through bubbles empty – as if they were not there. different sizes. some burst at birth others live out their short lives.
thus life flowed on blowing soap bubbles and seeing them burst. until the mail came like a burst of sunshine through the darkening clouds
it's another day now the water is clear there’s a song in the river what appeared as wet grass is now grass covered with sparkling dewdrops.
I still blow the soap bubbles one at a time and it does not burst at birth. it takes on the sun’s hues sparkling, colourful, enchanting. it keeps growing reaching out to the sunshine inviting – come reach out to me for I am not a bubble any more for I am your dream. ~Khwab~
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