No More

March 12, 2009
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I let myself be pushed by the strong winds across the warm sands of the beach that I must keep my distance from.

I jump over a green hedge that I was so close to touching.

I move smoothly over the cool green spring grass of the lawn. The bright green color shines back and blinds me.

I fly by a window. I see my reflection in the glass. I am so beautiful.

My coat gleams with the color of pink, purple, green, blue and yellow. My coat is as clear as could be. I look good.

I glide over many rooftops and gardens. I meet a swan flying past me, but only for a second.

All of a sudden, I began to descend. I am descending down to the earths ground. Then I'

I am gone. A little child had thought me fun to touch.

All I am, is a small bubble.

Bubble, no more.

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