Plea of the Bottle Collector
A quadru-haiku
"It takes many forms,"
she says from bay number four
with a yellowed gaze.
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"It's in tears mostly
but also in kisses, and
for a while I thought
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- inside of bottles.
I can't live without it, so
I pray you have some."
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"Water?" he asks her.
"Forgiveness," she says meekly.
"Can you pour a cup?"
About the Creator
J. R. Lowe
By day, I'm a PhD student, by night.... I'm still a PhD student, but sometimes I procrastinate by writing on Vocal. Based in Brisbane, Australia.
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interesting read! Thanks
Great play on words and conclusion. Hearted and subscribed!
Powerful! Thanks for touching my heart today and making me smile. Congrats on top story!
Ahhh yes. There is such light here. Wonderful.
Oh, I love this. Beautifully done ❤️
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Lovely & congratulations on Top Story!!!
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oooh that says a lot. Excellent. congrats on the top story.
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