I gaze at the amber
setting sun,
Watch as the night
creeps into the tranquil sky.
The last few
delicate wisps of cloud,
Prance across the
sky, so proud.
As I gaped at the
magnificent stars,
The galaxies,
comets, scattered around the sky,
I noticed something
out of the corner of my eye.
It glittered and
shimmered and rose like a bird,
A small sphere of
air, ambition and belief,
Knowing it can do
anything,
And everything.
Little bubbles of
hope,
Radiating with the
knowledge,
That anything can be
done,
If you want it.
Some of these
miniature dreams,
They pop and die,
and it seems,
The new hope for
life is pointless,
That it will only disappoint us.
If you have courage
and a pure heart,
It is guaranteed
that you will take part,
For the struggle of
a new life.
If you are true to
yourself, but not to others,
You will overcome
life's true bothers.
You will go far,
thinking about those
Little bubbles of
hope.
(Emma
Dimitrova, my 10 year old daughter, 25/08/2019)
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