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Mar 2019
Just the salt-tears
in a black ocean
lost upon the rocks.
Lightening splits the darkness
into rifts of electrical
streamers.  Lonely ships seek
a guiding light, a Lighthouse
at the end of a risky sea.
And, the ocean waves echo
over and over...
go to the light,
go to the light,
go to the light.
Sharon Flynn
Written by
Sharon Flynn  70/F/Brimfield, MA
(70/F/Brimfield, MA)   
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   Pagan Paul
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