Lighthouse

And the poet stopped.Took a deep breath and with a a sighStarted all over again.Only this time, he lived one day at a time.Loose from all human attachment.Loose from all the pain, all the tearsA choice not by desire but necessity.And on each day he only looked ahead,Miles away into the fog where a brightContinue reading “Lighthouse”

Chasing the Northern Lights

Prologue He travelled to all four corners of the earth in search of the light. And he got nothing but scars to show for it. And one fateful day he found something strange. It was neither dark nor bright, some called it twilight, others called it nebula. So the poet accepted his fate and madeContinue reading “Chasing the Northern Lights”

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