Oh, my love, you are gone
or is it I who is in exile?
I did not drink
the water sweet
just rowed my boat across.
Now I am thirsty and find
I am in the salty sea
with water I cannot drink.
You are gone, my treasure
too late did I know your worth.
Now all I have is fool’s gold
where diamonds used to be.
I do not want to be a lighthouse keeper. Great photo. Greetings from alexander
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Hi, Alexander. Wonderful picture, indeed. And scary if you are inside, I expect. hugs, pat
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