I too was once a refugee.

@xFiacre (7305)
Ireland
March 2, 2016 2:45pm CST
A bottle washed up on the beach, green and cracked and full of sand; the waves have brought me out of reach of a warm, exotic land. From mermaid coves and palm tree shores, through current, storm and swell, with blisteted lips and salted sores I swam my way through hell. Now lying stunned and out of breath with seaweed in my face, I wonder if I've lost to death or been lifted up through grace.
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@Corbin5 (84927)
• United States
2 Mar 16
Now this was a very pretty and delightful read!!!!!!!
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@xFiacre (7305)
• Ireland
2 Mar 16
@corbin5 Thank you.
@jstory07 (59689)
• Roseburg, Oregon
2 Mar 16
What a very nice poem that you wrote.
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@xFiacre (7305)
• Ireland
2 Mar 16
@jstory07 Thanks. It was brought on by the fleeting image of a green bottle washed up on the shore that I glimpsed on TV tonight.
@LadyDuck (126318)
• Switzerland
3 Mar 16
Very nice poem, every green bottle washed ashore and "saved" by someone can be seen as a saved refugee.
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3 Mar 16
I hope you didn't get washed back out to sea. ;)
@jaboUK (51439)
• United Kingdom
2 Mar 16
Another beautiful offering from your pen.