I wrote this poem a few years ago when I had a troubled mind.
I thought of the messages that people put in bottles and cast into the sea, I wanted to offer up my troubles to the deep and see if they would wash up on some other shore, transformed by the power of the waves, perhaps into things more positive?
I wonder how many "troubles" lay on the sea bed, slumbering?
I love the sea.
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