The water thrusts my body away,
As I walk towards the gushing sea,
The tides start rising,
I can see the sunset,
Beneath my feet I feel an object,
Something that I had been waiting for,
Coming everyday to the beach just for this object,
I pick up the object,
Cleaning all the mud from it,
Finally I received the message bottle.
The last letter that my love sent to me,
I remember feeling tears,
I was so excited,
I ran home and wrote a response,
For days I waited,
Then I found out he had died.
The tragedy started pouring out of my eyes,
How beautiful were the rhythm of his words,
They would make my pen dance in response.