Oh the Possibilities that hover...
Around and Above.
A rainbow of evanescent, pearlescent bubbles,
But...Aye! I fear to reach out...
And touch a single one...
For what could be sadder?
Then a hand that glistens with the traces of dreams,
That cradles sorrow; that cups, utter loss.
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