Written by Emily Harstone | January 27, 2017
She stood defiant, against the tide.
His yearly pilgrimage, hopeful she’d return.
Meet me here, the light called…
Made redundant but not gone forever
The sea divorced land. Light stayed.
“A beacon in days gone by…”
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She stood defiant, against the tide.
His yearly pilgrimage, hopeful she’d return.
Meet me here, the light called…
Made redundant but not gone forever
The sea divorced land. Light stayed.
“A beacon in days gone by…”