Written by Emily Harstone | January 27, 2017
One day,the tide went out.
a parched earth; fistfuls of cash
Tears as the world receded again.
Before there was light, water stood.
Here. The true definition of loneliness.
Strongholds can never be washed away…
Bright shining light in the dark.
The landlocked lighthouse shines defiantly.
Tide coming in on old lighthouse.
No safer port nor shipwreck found.
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One day,the tide went out.
a parched earth; fistfuls of cash
Tears as the world receded again.
Before there was light, water stood.
Here. The true definition of loneliness.
Strongholds can never be washed away…
Bright shining light in the dark.
The landlocked lighthouse shines defiantly.
Tide coming in on old lighthouse.
No safer port nor shipwreck found.