Soap bubbles are joyously formed through a breath,
sphere like shapes leave and drift in the air
Rainbows reflected in each dwell a while till their death
In an instant their delicate skin pierced by a hair
Returning to emptiness, no trace in the sky
An illusion quickly dissolved: whether we laugh or we cry.
Somwang
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