Poems of Lighthouse Bob
Who is lonely..............? #12
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endless reaching ocean vast rolling on the tide in blue cobalt dark scattered forms sprinkled on sun set slowly ripple reflections of fishing boats with net bundles resting empty dangling from decks swelling of sea urchins sway in cold breeze fish smell lingers calm and morbid seal cries echo through the fog misty falling on vacant docks cold and desolate where all that remains from memory are drifters such as I am... I am. -Lighthouse Bob |
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Who is lonely..............? #12
Who is lonely..............? #12
