Bubble Poem

Bubble Poem Elisa

Each one of us has there own secret bubble.
In witch we fly around the world.
We go as high as we can
Have a little moment to look down and see
what a small world this is
See the colours and the shapes
The bubble protect us from the rain
Inside this bubble we are weightless
Inside we see things bright
But when we’ll get to high
the sun will dry the bubble
We’ll fall down on our pillow
And dream about our dreams

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