Ascending to Vengeance

Conquering shorelines of
storm-dredged beaches with revenge
The One first small now large
Ascending to the top of the light house
she seizes the clouds and pulls them toward her bosom
A sorrow no greater
A suitor more passionate
Bright are the fringes of the sun, shining so fine,
On the summit, a basin awaits, divine.

:: 08.02.2024 ::

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