In the sand

In the sand their are bottles

That come from the sea

Some are broken and fragile

And then I look up to the sky it is blue

And when I look out to the sea it is sad

And I hear the wind whispering in my ear

And when I step on the glass

I cry out a tear

But as I look around

No one would hear

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blackraindrops

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wow, i love this. so simple yet so raw and honest.