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No crown to chase, no bone to claim,the open sky forgets my name.I roam where breeze and silence meet,each step a choice...

A couch of gold or stone and sand—it’s not the place, but how you stand.For bubbles rise when hearts allow,not just from...

A bubble forms from silent sighs,a tender spark beneath the skies.It floats not loud, nor seeks to race—just finds its w...

Not all will burst into the skies,but bubbles start where hope still lies.A dream, though small, can light the way—throu...

No crown to wear, no gate to find,the peace you seek lives in your mind.A breeze, a sip, the sea’s soft glow,where time ...

The world is gray with heavy sighs,where gloomy clouds obscure the skies.But tails still wag, and hearts still leap—for ...

I walked a path the moon once blessed,with bubbles rising from my chest.A coin, a wish, a breath so wide,the tides of fa...

Around my paws, the bubbles shine,not made of gold, but still divine.A look, a laugh, a breeze, a nap,these tiny lights ...

A bubble shines, then fades from sight,so soft, so brief, so pure, so light.But in its curve, a world is spun,a thousand...

No bang began the tale we know,just ripples deep, and time’s first flow.A bubble formed in quantum sea,and barked itself...