THE FIRST LIGHTHOUSE
Keep on keeping up with the stars.
When you only see them in the mirror.
While I gladly grow my grass by the streets of heaven.
You can tarry here with your league.
I am okay with my signboards.
Like the story of trees of righteousness and social trees which cant be scaled.
The glory is not flashy but sacred.
So who cares?
But I am at the port and been here for long.
So I careless about ships.
My soul is my ship and I respect that.
I don’t bargain for surprises in the storm; because my Father built the first lighthouse.
And I rather read the love stories of seagulls.
So keep up with the stars I say.
I am okay with the salt of the sea.
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