A bottle, a vessel of glass or plastic
With endless possibilities, fantastic
It holds within it, liquid or potion
A source of refreshment or sweet emotion
From wine to water, soda to juice
A bottle keeps it all in produce
Conveniently small or large and grand
A perfect fit for every hand
A message in a bottle, set to sea
A love note, a plea, or a mystery
Drifting across the ocean tide
Until it reaches the other side
A bottle is more than just a vessel
It's a symbol of life's constant wrestle
Of holding on, of letting go
Of taking in and letting flow
So when you hold a bottle in your hand
Think of all the stories it could command
From the depths of the ocean blue
To the top of the highest mountain view.
About the Creator
Ema
Dark soul with deep secrets and tales to be told.
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I can't imagine dying like this, in a place like this; on a cold, dirty pavement with rush hour traffic screaming by and a crowd looking on while paramedics struggle to find space to move. Who could? Deep down we all think there should be a reason, a moment of clarity... or a family presence, at least. For this man, this boy, the rail thin woman lighting a cigarette in a faux fur jacket will have to do - she's been here since the start, her eyes tracking the movement of my shoulders as we fight to keep him on the right side of the line.
By S. A. Crawford7 days ago in Fiction
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