One has to accept the times of no lights coming from the seashore.
One has to accept that pain can stand taller and paralyze the gentle heart of a stranger.
One has to accept the mirage of a starry night, mirrored in the wet eyes, house ablaze behind.
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This poem is nicely written and tends to the existential as some of your poems do. I liked how you used the dash—quite correctly.