The Lighthouse
Like the hands of time
at twelve o’clock,
it stands as a guide
for ships to dock.
Seen for miles
with its beam of light,
cutting through the dense
darkness of night.
By waving to vessels
like a glowing hand,
it summons the seamen
in search of land.
Whether sailing from the ocean,
sea, or bay,
its piercing radiance
will show you the way.
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