Bubbles in the Sand.

Life is not without a soul,
the soul that belongs to no one;
similar to tiny bubbles,
that form on the shore,
as gentle waves
lovingly caress the golden sand;
these bubbles froth a delicate cover,
and then slowly disappear,
into the soft ground,
where foot prints lay,
embedded deep not for long,
they belong to no one;
but when they rush in,
we stop to admire,
their beauty all glorified,
on the simple and pure soil,
and when they are gone,
there is nothing there but their mark.

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