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Aug 2018
Alone on the hill at the edge of the night stood the GiordanΒ Β Lighthouse

Poised to mark safety for a wanderers travels
It once stood tall and strong in an azure sky
But now stands sterile in a troubled evening against stormy clouds

If you climb to reach its' peak
The land and sea lies stretched out and once a safe path would call your name

But time has eaten this away
And now
Safety
Is no more
August 6th 2018
Ian Mackenzie
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Ian Mackenzie  62/M/Guildford, Surrey UK
(62/M/Guildford, Surrey UK)   
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