Glass Bottle

Glass Bottle prose poem

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The beauty of the world is captured in a glass bottle,all the good,the bad, and the ugly. On one side it storms and love is a lost art form shipwrecked on the coast of loneliness. It’s where guilty pleas are on repeat and the only sound besides your tears is your heart beat. On the other side is a happy place where love floats like doves in the morning sky. It’s filled with good thoughts in a time when hate was non existent and the world was filled with hippies in fields portraying peace and love. Then there we are in the middle where the peaceful start wars playing games of battle ship. where the angry are playing cards, but there’s an in between. a place where people don’t see or notice you, a lace where we’re just drifters going through life like a bottle cap in the worlds ocean just barely seen. The world is not black and white, its everything all the in betweens and you can choose to be seen or to be invisible

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