Simple, Fluffy Fun
The lyrical flutter of falling bubbles,
A silent composition, merging in a graceful spiral.
They shine, reflecting ivory, amethyst, vanilla in their flurry.
Skidding, swerving, and swatting, gargoyle-faced,
He severs their delicate skin in mockery of their flowing serenity,
Popping them before their descent can leave a smudge, a marker
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