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Sunday 29 March 2015

Emptiness

A rainy dawn of a darker tone
Where a lighthouse stands alone
Not a drop in that flooding rain
But from the eyes in pure pain

A distant boat in the storm
A pile of wreck it will form
Not the piece that floats and drowns
But the one that touches the browns

An island, whip of wind away
A native looks west in dismay
Standing alone with eyes in pain
Beholding the wreck as the stars wane