Bubbles

The snowflakes of the nuclear winter
Could barely capture our decay,
If only I could die there with her,
I’d picture that decay her way:
I wouldn’t notice any troubles,
And like a hero from her dreams
Whose metal sword at Sunrise gleams,
I’d sit there calmly blowing bubbles.

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