Lights reflecting on the calm waters
rippling with the slight wind of the Caribbean
shimmering in the wake of a boat
returning to the harbour
meeting several of its moored kin
the breeze ruffles my hair
as the sharp salty smell catches my breath
the lighthouse searches for the lost
its beam stabbing into the grey
as the light catches my face for an instant
recognises the calmness
and stays in on the afterglow of the twilight
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