Made in a myriad of color,
With a beauty quite unknown,
The simple, evanescent bubble,
Floats through the air alone.
Carrying with it deep inside,
The breath of a secret passed along,
Floating, drifting, wafting,
Ready to sing out its secret song.
Its rainbow sphere slides through the air,
Not itself knowing where to stop,
But all that is captured within,
Comes spilling out with a muted-POP!
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