Silent watcher, a guardian only seen
A lone light in the the darkness
A sickly golden sheen
She sits there like a candle, alone up on the sill
A lighthouse to the vagrant
A judge over the still
The passing people see her
A beacon in the night
A lonely little candle, their lonely guiding light
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Poetics and Musings
PoetryJust a place to keep some original poetry. Feel free to leave feedback, I always am looking for it
