Harbor Light

Giants of steel and wind
Are summoned by a perpetual green-blue mesh;
Forever deep.
The lonesome horn pierces the fog
with its booming and echoing voice.
Wind teases the hair falling in my face.
Salty and moist air soaks my skin,
refreshing my soul.
Gulls cry in jubilation of the new morning.

 

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