Posted in Blog, Creative Writing, Writing


Lighthouse looking down,

eyes glowing,

as the ocean sways.

Young love is far beyond the waves,

sprouting from the sand,

blooming on beige,

skies that seem to go on forever,

as hands meet for the first time,

futures form,

love begins,

flowing out to sea.

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