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Lighthouse
Feathery fields on high cliffs,
Moonlit nights in towers of light.
A forgetful time of love and regret.
A time of child's play.
Letters to ash,
Ash to nothing.
A burning fire in my clutch.
A returned state of amnesia.
A place of bad and good memories,
A place to seclude myself,
A place of peace and comfort.
My dear one,
Here and now gone,
Won't come back.
My precious moments I hold there,
That gentle little lighthouse.
© Hannah McGavran
Moonlit nights in towers of light.
A forgetful time of love and regret.
A time of child's play.
Letters to ash,
Ash to nothing.
A burning fire in my clutch.
A returned state of amnesia.
A place of bad and good memories,
A place to seclude myself,
A place of peace and comfort.
My dear one,
Here and now gone,
Won't come back.
My precious moments I hold there,
That gentle little lighthouse.
© Hannah McGavran
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