She drifted alone, lost at sea,
Tossed away so carelessly.
A bottle, once held tight,
Now forgotten, out of sight.
She whispered stories to the waves,
Of hands that held her, days once brave.
But now she floats, unseen, unheard,
A silent ghost without a word.
Then one day, a boy bent low,
His tiny hands began to glow.
"Mama, look! What’s this I found?"
"Just...
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