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The waves pound closer still;
Cinereous clouds spattered with sapphire
Waving white handkerchiefs of foam.

One unheralded star,
Pressed flat in an envelope smudged with love,
Shines from out the churn.

Let it be my beacon,
For I have come to sea too soon.

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The following comments are for "The Beacon"
by TamiJane

Thank you windchime
I love writing poetry because I read this and remember the things I felt the night I wrote it. The events which inspired it were indeed dramatic, and I deliberately wove it in mystery.

( Posted by: TamiJane [Member] On: December 18, 2004 )

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