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Posted by on Feb 2, 2012 in Poetry by Lori | 0 comments

LIGHTHOUSE ©2001 by Lori L. Howell To hear the thrusting waves against the rocks where you stand; during the calmness in a storm. Every creature’s senses are aroused by the different smells from the sea. A cloud of dew leaves a taste of salt on my lips. The foghorn blows to stir a moment of silence. When I close my eyes your light captures my spirit; embracing us into one. My vision is your secrets of passing days, awaiting the flight to...

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