The lighthouse flashed periodically
As I stood and watched the ocean's arms
Slap into the precipice of rocks
Rocks that sit there and get beat
By monster waves and scorched by sea foam
The smell of the marine world was stimulating
And when the waves crashed
The salt stung my eyes,
Closing my pores,
And let me imagine a different world
A world for me
The sun dawned a pink hue on the horizon
And the water gleamed shades of yellow and red
One last wave to crash,
And one last flash from the lighthouse
And the world once lived
Left behind.
a new day dawns as your beacon of dreams fades into the past. nicely written and very expressive
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Imaginative poem. Vividly expressed. I liked how you choose the colors which painted your words.