From A Water Bubble
you hold me
in a water bubble
precariously on the
edge of your fingers
frail are my limbs
frailer are my wings
multicolored rays
focused on me on
this unique stage
i whirled and whirled
to amuse you, my creator
at the end of a performance
the bubble closed me in
don't bring me back to life
is my earnest request to you
for i no longer can renew my
spirit to amuse you again!
01apr2010
14.48hrs
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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