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Mar 2013
the LIGHTHOUSE
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On the high  cliff
.:.

(Fog)

Few stars appear

The dark
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We wander thru

We gaze upon each other
In awe
In wonder

We have no idea of what we are doing here
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the LIGHTHOUSE
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We never really "touch"
One another
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we hardly notice any disturbances of the waters
We don't even know of the cliff or the shore

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He sits in the lighthouse

He wonders what signals he should send

He wonders what he would say if he could speak
Written by
jeffrey robin
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