Bubble Language School

A Poem for January 27th, 2023

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This poem is dedicated to

You taught me that little things become big things,

like the drop of a pebble into still waters,

a tiny action becomes something massive,

so I learned to be wary of my actions,

and whatever impact thereafter.

Now, it makes me dream of being parked in front of a river at sunset,

with my loved ones around,

having dinner with the geese as they honk in happiness.

the sound of laughter and clinking utensils rustles on the evening breeze,

I hope I can bring you there.

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