I raise my cup of bubbles
To this year of unveilings in the dim light.
I toast to my hand that
Never stopped pointing the finger
And drawing question marks.
I encircle my family
And the kind words it is made of.
Science meets poetry
I raise my cup of bubbles
To this year of unveilings in the dim light.
I toast to my hand that
Never stopped pointing the finger
And drawing question marks.
I encircle my family
And the kind words it is made of.