Nothing to wait for but the next ship.

Hey little lighthouse… Lonely, quite and still. Hours passing by… Winter waves pounding you, summer heat searing you, and yet you never complain.

How can you stand alone? How can you be that strong? Or do you have no say in this?

I am afraid of your solitude… But then you always seem so proud…

Show us your light... Let us know we’re finally there.


P.S.
Have a nice weekend


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