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Feb 2013
Bursting and floating, an open bubble.
Never falling, never popping,
she went and went, along with the wind,
carried by the swiftness.
Storms had hit before- yeah they were long and cold.
But she never popped.
She was fluid, she was careful, she was carefree.

A storm.

Louder, and colder,
longer and harsher,
it whipped her layer by layer,
snapping her bursting, floating self.

The bubble scattered.

A piece here, a piece there,
and a brick somewhere far.
Left in the rain, under the shady trees.
Left in the cold, in the bare field.

Where did she go? they ask.

Away. Far,

far,




away.
DeAnna Sandoval
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DeAnna Sandoval  TX/MA
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