Until it can no longer be seen
Inside is a message
Sent to heaven
Perhaps I will get a reply
Like a message in a bottle
It floats upon the vast spaces
Until it reaches a place
Where it was meant to be
Of all this
I cannot forsee
But like casting bread
Upon the water
It will not come back void
Reaching out
Is much better than
Keeping it all inside
Only to wonder in the latter days
When I laughed
To keep from crying
Such words might reach a lost soul
Whose heart is slowly dying
On a planet
Where everyone is disconnected
Indirectly those messages
Might give cause
To look upon such clouds
With renewed vision
Due to messages
Sent to heaven
~Moses~
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