She has a bubble, round and small,
No one can see it — that’s not all.
It floats around her every day
And keeps the bad and mean away.
Inside her world, the sun is bright,
And rainbows come each day and night.
The flowers giggle when she sings,
The birds wear bows and golden rings.
There are no shouts, no scary things,
Just teddy bears and queens and kings.
She builds tall towers made of cake,
And rides on clouds across a lake.
The sky is pink, the grass is blue,
The stars all whisper, “We love you.”
She talks to moons and sleeps on light,
And hugs her stuffed cat every night.
If someone cries, she makes them tea,
With honey hearts and harmony.
She tells them, “Here, the world is kind.
Just leave your heavy thoughts behind.”
Some people say, “She’s not quite here,”
But that’s because they do not hear
The music that her kingdom plays
When she just smiles and spins for days.
So let her twirl and let her be,
She’s happier than most, you see.
Her bubble isn’t made to break—
It’s made of love, for dreaming’s sake.
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Publicerad 2025-07-26 16:02
Dolcehalit
Som vanligt briljant! Sådan musikalitet i språket och du lyckas ju hålla ihop dikten i historien. Dina rin är förträffliga och känns inte ansträngda på något vis.
2025-07-26
sphinx
En mångdimensionell text, ett eget universum av betydelser. Vill inte tolka, utan att andra får uppleva detta själva. Engelskan är som sagt "impeccable".
2025-07-26
ej medlem längre
Nice! What a cute rhymestory and the rythm is impeccapble.
2025-07-26