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Writer's pictureMichael Jenkinson

The Lighthouse


The lighthouse spins its ray

through cooling evening air

out across the bay.


At closing of the day

she walked with me out here -

The lighthouse spins its ray.


I watched the precious way

she smiled. She shook her hair

out across the bay.


All I can do is say

My time I'll gladly share.

The lighthouse spins its ray.


Knowing she'd never stay

was more than I could bear.

Out across the bay


she said It's all ok.

I stand alone and stare.

The lighthouse spins its ray

out across the bay.

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