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 |    A book to house all my Poetic Explorations |
| In this stone tower, a teardrop on the sea, Where wind whispers secrets, and waves sing endlessly, I'd watch the dawn's first blush on ocean's face, A fiery kiss that paints the endless space. With salty spray on lips, and gulls above, I'd read the stories etched in clouds that rove, Of battles fought by giants in the sky, Of ships that sailed to where the dreams may lie. Each night, I'd spin a tale with lantern's glow, For ghosts of captains lost in storms below, Of lovers reunited, and treasures found, Of solace whispered on a wind-swept mound. I'd map the constellations, chart the stars, And learn their language, spoken from afar, Compose them into poems, sung on air, For lonely hearts adrift in vast despair. With whispers, I'd coax the whales to sing, Their mournful voices on the ocean's wing, And weave a fabric of sound and light, To guide lost souls through darkest, stormiest night. For in this lonely vigil, I'd find my peace, A keeper of the light, a beacon's release, No longer stranded, but a guiding hand, A lighthouse heart in this forsaken land. So let the waves crash, and the storms may rage, My spirit soars, unbound, on freedom's stage, For in this tower, where sky meets endless tide, I'm more than stranded, I'm truly alive. Line Count: 28 Written for: "Lighthouses at Sunset Contest - (Closed)"  Prompt: "If you were stuck on a Lighthouse, what would you be doing?" Write a Poem about it. |
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