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Lighthouse
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rlh27
Whyville Poet |
Midnight waves crash against our only aegis
Purely lightning is seen in the velvet black sky
The moon and stars are blind
Nobody can hear our clamor for help
I feel as if we are rowing to nowhere
Aware that these are my final moments
I tentatively look up
A heavenly beam of light is in the distance
I scream as others see the glimmer
There is a sense of relief as we row toward the shore
Nothing can hurt us now
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