Beacon

What keeps me going is the sound of your voice...

Waves crash against the rocks; but I'm guided by your voice...

That's why you are the lighthouse in my poems while sirens sing their songs...

I listen to your music...Beacons I need to see always burn the brightest...
And I see you in them. The first one to see me through the fog...
And I know that the illusion shall fade way soon, but our magic will remain.... 

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