Deep were nights, our voices walked in, Strangers on the seas, afloat, Imprisoned on their boats. We laughed and cried, our kisses weightless, Two birds together, but all alone. We were two bottles, on salt they drifted. By one tide carried to our home. We two together, together shifted But our messages, our own. Adrift, adrift, A driftwood's sorrow, Could it be that it will rot? Adrift I am, now. Alone come morrow. Please, follow me; do not, do not.
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So full of meaning! <3 Rich in colours, introducing and clarifying the idea behind the poem. Wonderful work on the second part with the bottles and messages, gave me shivers! <33