Shipwrecked

April 3, 2011 § Leave a comment

“A bottle on my hand
I dream about emptying it each night
to fill it with a message
you might never read.

No… my arms became weak
after fighting against the storm
to get the boat on its road…
on the bounds of your sea.

I’ll drink my bottle,
but it will remain empty.
To make me remember
it remained undelivered
my last love message.”

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