Sunday word hunter: poetry and nonsense,  To beloved ones

This way

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A little light in the darkest of all nights.

This whispering,

wavering voice calling you,

is my lighthouse.

One of life,

one of fire.

The wind beckoning you,

Deafening roaring silence,

As my heart beats tell you where.

Where to find sweet beverage.

Follow me.

Follow me,

in its sighing sound,

You already know where to look up

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