Bubbles rise to sing within my soda pop as if they were raindrops immune to gravity, sweetly drumming on the air above.
My dreams ride the bubbles of that fizzy drink, navigating the sweet currents to dance in the air above.
I sit in the dappled light, my hand cradling a drink. My eyes fall to it as my ears take in the birdsong and the sound of traffic in the streets around this pond of tranquility. In the cool and steady black rise bubbles that sing to the listening ear, a gentle fizzy song of summer fun. A smirk comes to my resting lips, a "pop song," even my thoughts are so very punny.
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