The dusk lapsed swiftly
Rising golden moon shadowed
Quiet, empty sea
I shoved the bottle
With unfulfilled promises
That were once uttered
Like a flightless bird
Lost in the midnight darkness
Nudged by evening breeze
Adrift it could stay
Or far away it could sail
It's free either way.
(9/22/08-6: 45pm)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem