The rampant surge of
This iridescence is
Captivating.
A lonesome lighthouse
Stern in gait
As the light transits
From one fragment
Of the morose
Sea
To another.
A halcyon vindication
For the sea’s
Lucid trepidation.
The lighthouse
Scampers over the sea -
Alone, muted
And ebbed.
Until the sea
Conspires with the
Mediterranean winds
And transatlantic
Splendors -
The sea laughing,
Enamoring these tiny,
Beautiful specks
of life and
Light.
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