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Rated: E · Poetry · Drama · #1645004
Time and tides control man's life.
Bobbing along
Out of sight,
The green bottle
Tottles along
Listing left of straight,
Endless as the sea,
Seemingly forever.

Our lives are but
Bottles on the tides

Overlapped by waves
Needlessly pushed to and fro.

Our minds are but
Bottles on the tides

Thoughts are sealed;
Hermetically, wax dipped,
Eternally captured, fleeting.

Our hearts are but
Bottles on the tides

Tickled and tricked by soft caresses,
Introduced to love and emotion,
Destroyed like sandcastles.
Endlessly the cycle continues,
Seaborne, encased in green foam.

Our souls are but
Bottles on the Tides
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