Poem -
The Lighthouse

Standing tall
almost touching
the occult sky
dark green grass
hugging the bottom
of the lighthouse
surrounded by
a body of water
I can hear the water
quietly crashing onto
the rocks
the sun is slowly
going down
the moon gently
rising
it's almost time
for the lighthouse
to turn on and
help guide the boats
to their destination
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