A poem by Isabelle Sorrells

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Everything tinted blue

Suspended in a liquid anti-gravity.

Limited air,

Pressure of the silence ambient.

You float above me

And we blow into each other’s faces,

Breaking the silence.

Bubbles surround us

Leaving a cushion of white balloons in our wake,

All slowly rising to the top.

When the clouds clear,

Our smiles are seen

And the rest of our precious air floats out

As muffled laughter pounds at our ears

And we burst through the surface again

To laugh and to breathe.