Light pierces the dark.
The distance so far away.
The Beacon of hope.
The night sky is dark.
The woods that surround me too.
Everything is dark.
Except The Beacon.
It stays with us through cold nights,
leading us onwards.
We will be there soon.
It's only a day away.
We must stay hopeful.
©6/11/2018
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My Poems
PuisiJust some ideas that I wanted to turn into stories but am unable to. That's why they are haiku stories! All you'll get is my random ideas.
