<figure><img src=\"https://cdn.worldpulse.org/images/post/12697/26558/post_image_gallery/3838ed901af7cf14f2a036c3ecc7a1ad/_mg_1540.jpg\" alt /><figcaption></figcaption></figure>Every voice, every word, echoed; miles The street, the house, my mind; empty… A small hope rises with the sun As dawns first ray of light falls on me I feel close to where I want to be yet so far away. It’s just me, alone at dawn in the wind… silence These memories Bright and dull, faint and clear How void these memories feel Water lazing, drifting, carrying me away Far off to the light, the hope Of you and me, together there, far off in the light house.

South and Central Asia

“The light house”

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