Day 2232, beacon.

Day's pictures, Poetry

An ancient island

forged by rock from the deep

black in a sea of light

~

a slow erosion is the only thing

that moves

~

at some point

a beacon appears

longing for solid ground

void of distractions

~

the loneliness at last

demands a purpose

to help others

lost in the light

the endless sea

to find their way

from danger

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