
Serenade me
If you must
Know my will
Is my own
Deaf, these ears
To the Siren song
You still sing
There, all alone
Chances lost
They’ve ebbed away
Tides have turned
And, so have I
Nevermore
Not again
Will I be drowned
To quench your pride
I like it!
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It sounds to me like the bottle is doing more singing than the mermaid….
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All about interpretation… Heeheehee… I was looking for a picture to post with this, and when I saw that one the poem took a different direction. ;-)))
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