My Dreams Are Like Bubble by Israa Al Banna

Here are my dreams, I look at them

How perfectly beautiful they are

Although they are entrapped from all directions

And every time I strengthen them they become more vibrant with rainbow colours

I imagine them a bubble

I support it and I blow into it

It grows bigger, and becomes more vibrant with rainbow colours

And it starts moving and moving

Until it touches the intended spot and explodes

To spread its mist and revive the dead hopes

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