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Jan 14
The whirring of the beacon
drummed low and steady

The light burning its way
through the night

That light,
oh how brightly it shone

For it stayed lit
to guide the mariner
home.

At night
&
during day
The maiden, oh how sweetly she'd
pray.

That beacon, fueled by love
contested the sun
and its brilliant shine.

For it stayed lit
to guide the mariner
home.
This is part IV of a ten-part series titled "Weathered: A Tale of Love and Loss"
This particular piece came at a point of self-reflection that I had and so that emotion bled into this work rather freely.

Enjoy.
William Allen
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William Allen  28/M/Phoenix,AZ
(28/M/Phoenix,AZ)   
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