Brutally painted cream and white
Sure to be seen on any night
Reflective walls and lamp so bright
To face a storm, but a welcome sight.
Waves crash with their attacks and flees
Amid constant scorn and destructive needs
Churning water flows and bleeds
In poetic rhythm masked deadly deeds.
Skin saved once more amid treacherous plight
No new digs today as succeeds the light.


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