Atop the hill
A lighthouse peers,
So tall and delightful
But its cobblestone weeps,
As winds revolt
And shipwrecks drift,
Across the tides of
Melancholy seas.
— November 5th, 2024
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Forgotten Diaries vol.4
Atop the hill
A lighthouse peers,
So tall and delightful
But its cobblestone weeps,
As winds revolt
And shipwrecks drift,
Across the tides of
Melancholy seas.
— November 5th, 2024
