the coming storm
obscures the light
of lifted lamp
and golden door;
without our beacon
burning bright,
our land grows dark
from shore to shore.
–photo by me
the coming storm
obscures the light
of lifted lamp
and golden door;
without our beacon
burning bright,
our land grows dark
from shore to shore.
–photo by me
Good one
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Thank you, Jay!😊
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good imagery and photo– inspired !
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Thanks, Kathy😊
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Great poetry and photograph! 🙂
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Thank you Tom, you’re always so kind!!
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A brilliant metaphor for America.
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Yes, unfortunately.😟
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