(I)
Then…
We met
Felt sunset
Saw dawn

Now…
We grow
With the Bubbles
That Bubblinna sprinkles

(II)
ONE morning, bright and radiant,
As the sun rose to the sky.
A drumbeat sounded through the hills
And echoed far and high
Boomed like a canon’s roar
The creature dives for shelter
For the beats preceded a festival
A festival where Bubblinna will be rewarded
A shout rings from the hillside
For the one true lady
”THE EDITOR IN CHIEF”

(III)
Though other hearts
Link hands in generous quiet
Piercing hatred as a dart
Jealousy fills the air
‘IS SHE THE ONLY LADY IN NS’
Is the whispering sound we hear
As the whispering fades in distance
The hurt souls find release
The grumbling holds no volume
Their hatred weighs nothing
For we shall love her still…
As NS LIVES
AS WE LIVE
AS I BREATHE

(IV)
She is the voice that speaks with honesty
She is the whisper of the leaves
As you walk down the street of NS
She is the cool hand in your brow
She is the warmth in the air on a cold day
She is like the I’dil morning

(V)
I am standing upon the seashore of words
A ship full of words at my side spreads,
Her white sails to the morning breeze
And flushes through the oceans of NS
To deliver this container of words
To the woman that is worth it
‘BUBBLINNA’

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