A white, weather-beaten lighthouse surveys
The roaring blue and green of the sea's waves.
O it has stood tall for such a long time!
It's a trusted guide amidst darkest nights;
When storms seem never-ending. O it glows
So radiantly for ships that come and go!
It's true worth is often forgotten in
This modern world of expedient things.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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