
Oh!to live in a tiny bubble
One void of conflicts and defeat
There would be no misery there
Only standing on one’s feet.
Happiness would be the choice,
On how to be, most of the day
Not many would wish anything else
There would be no reaper to pay.
Time would be endless
Things would live in harmony
In this tiny bubble
You would have no enemy.
That is just a falsified dream
Nothing can be that great
It is in real life we really live
Not clinging to the one that’s fake.
Tiny bubbles are great and all
But that is not realistic and real
Instead one must create those ideals
One must react and feel.
MwsR ❤
I know how that goes, myself.
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I put in an extra “the”. I have to better edit my comments next time!
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I sent it too quick,however! I put in an extra “the”. Still learning to edit my thoughts….:)
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Thank you ! You are correct.
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To live in that the bubble….is to not live at all. Astute writing, once again.
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My pleasure
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Thank you!
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Beautiful. I love this
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😊😊😊
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Thank you so much⚘
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Such beautiful writing ❤
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Lovely poem dear, yes your so right dear. ❤️✌️
BY FOR NOW
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A bubble jail 🙂
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