Tiny Bubble

This tiny form,
Given the breath of life,
Now floating free.

Unexpected,
It passes by my face,
Into oblivion.

Another rests,
On the windowsill,
Trembling.

Only this tiny form,
Trembling on the windowsill,
Has no hope.

I looked,
But the tiny bubble,
Had gone.

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