The Lighthouse

Something I found on the bus ride home earlier on in the day, translated, by me…

Those Lost Sails and Ships Shouldn’t Dock Here

In this Harbor of Memories

not my photograph…

The Lighthouse that’s Gotten Good at Gazing Away

Each and Every Single Evening

Lit Up that Scent of Homesickness

not my picture still…

So, this, is not a place of permanent rest, perhaps, it’s only a temporary rest stop, the harbors, because eventually, all the ships will, sail out once more, in search of whatever it is they are still looking for…

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