From a sky brushed palm,
In warm, soft spoken rays,
Of harpstring shimmering days
In scattered pebbles of pearls of blue,
In dreams, in gentle waves of love true,
In strands, of a ponytail tossed,
In sea spray and glittering sands,
And the oceans, star crossed,
A glass bottle, with a message,
That has so reached the lands,
Of words, like doves, flown from hands,
Of words, like love, like sacred bands~
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