Pearly Bubbles
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Elyse Dwyer, Grade 7
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Poetry
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2012
I am flying, floating through a vast expanse of blue. Pearly bubbles fill the space around me; they rise slowly towards the sky above bursting shortly after. It is peaceful and quiet, the whole area shouting with silence. Coldness fills me. I rise, and gasp, the feeling of being underwater is the most sensational thing.