Wash the sorrow stained eyes
with a glimmer of light in a gaze;
the messages of long thought lost bottles
have landed on sparkling shores
and the reader knows
that a lingering voice
gazes at the stars,
listening for an answer in the twilight.
May the message of bottled up burdens
ring true into the night
and fall onto ears
as a beautiful howl for hope.
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