Ship In a Bottle
Snow white sands embrace the delicate bottle
with it's stranded ship entombed inside
the sailors languish with no land in site,
no storms to weather and no pirates to fight.
How long before they sink to the bottom?
The sailors rushed around,”A shark,” they cried.
How they would go, they must decide?
“A meal's, a meal,” the shark laughed, flashing his pearly whites.
ALesiach © 01/09/2018
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