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By Diana Louise Player Who am I in this bubble? The world outside so near. Where do I end and I begin? Is closeness what I fear? Is my short existence real? Or is it real out there? Do people see right through me? And do they really care? Is my surface delicate? Or just that life is rough? Some think this is a carefree life, But I say life is tough. I'm glad my world is simple, Its' secret I'll bestow. The joy in life is giving, along the paths we go. Some days I even ponder, my mere existence here. Its' purpose to reflect the light, a meaning crystal clear. Copyright 1998 "Heartland Treasures" Collection The Library of Congress |
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