Little glass bottle, holding my note
Where will you swim to? Where will you float?
Little glass bottle, you carry my hope
Do I have the heart to throw you? How will you cope?
Little glass bottle, you are filled with my dreams
As I stand in the sea, I can't let you go, it seems.
Little glass bottle, so fragile and clear
What would you do if I kept you right here?
Little glass bottle, who protects my one wish
If you tell another my dream, will it be theirs to cherish?
Little glass bottle, you are light in my hands
Will you be okay in the water while I wait on the sand?
Little glass bottle, you are given my heart
As you vanish in the waves, I hope you'll do your part.
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The String
PoésieThe strings that lead me back when I floated away. This will be a collection of my poems and any relatively short stories I come up with.
