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Lighthouse
The day made weary from new beginnings and dreams of better days
Tides of an unwavering sea erode the shoreline where I once stood
Where unbeknownst to me I was the lighthouse keeper
Finding a self once lost, new, and forever changing
Setting sail to islands hidin in distant futures
We're all unique lil bbys by happenstance and
often I forget how grateful I should be for that
You paint a picture with
You paint a picture with your words faster than any oil painter.
Beautiful poem.. Echoes of the past